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poweringthroughthis · 2 months

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love in three acts | kim mingyu, wong yukhei

nsfw, mature content, minors DNI! (ftm friendly)

ship: wong yukhei (lucas) x male reader, kim mingyu x male reader

warning: extreme feminization, reader is a femboy,

(reader's genitals are referred to as pussy/tits).

pure filth, read at your own risk

(requested!)

act i.

Life is not what it is portrayed to be in cinema. (name) learned as much now that he was well into his 4th semester of college. Society has romanticized the college experience to such an extent that one dives in, expecting alcohol, parties and an enchanting love life to be the frontrunners, while in actuality, it is assignments, exams and stressful days filling the void most of the times.

Nothing changes if you don't make it happen yourself. Your dream life doesn't manifest one day magically, and your love life doesn't become one for the books by itself either. You need to start living the way you want to. That, is the only viable form of happiness in today's world. At least that's what (name) taught himself during one of his loneliest nights, freshman year, which culminated with a self-therapy session.

Then the nerdiest, biggest pushover of a guy, (name) was now a changed man. He had the biggest glow-up: his slender curves, thick thighs and pretty eyes, putting everyone's wildest dreams to shame in comparison. He embraced his true self fearlessly, taking control of his life and living the way he wanted to. He had definitely been happier ever since then, but he believed it did little to better his dating life as he was still boyfriend to a man seemingly afraid to love him in public.

Wong Yukhei is a lot of things, but inherently smart, he is not. Which is why he doesn't understand why his boyfriend is upset with him right now. "W-what do you mean?"

"Seriously Lucas? We've been over this before. Every time I as much as I lean into you in public, you go off to do something else with your friends. It's like we're strangers in public." (name) explained, perplexed.

"It's not like that! You know I love you. It's jus-just.." Honestly, Lucas didn't know himself why he'd been subconsciously dodging his boyfriend's advances while they were out. It's not like he never indulged in PDA with his previous partners. Maybe he'd been getting too caught up with his friends that he unintentionally neglected his boyfriend each time they were in the public eye.

"You know what? I need to go. Come find me when you have an answer. " (name) scoffed dejectedly, storming out of the empty classroom, leaving the flabbergasted giant behind. (name) started wondering if he wasn't attractive enough for Lucas.

If only he knew how wrong that assumption was. Because if that was the case, he wouldn't have the hunkiest man to ever exist (besides his own boyfriend), eye-fucking him from behind. The large man traced (name)'s every movement with great intensity: the way his hips swayed as he walked quickly, the way his skirt rode up just enough to show his supple thighs, even the way his ass looked perfect as he bent down to pick up his fallen stationery.

Kim Mingyu was a lot of things. And like every other guy, being inexplicably horny at the sight of a pretty boy, was one of them. he snapped out of his daze, dashing to (name)'s side, helping pick up his belongings from the floor, without failing to catch a peek of his bra underneath the dress. needless to say, he had to physically restrain himself from popping a boner then and there.

"Hey, you okay? Looking a little sad there" he offered his charming smile, making (name) look up as he straightened himself. His gaze fell on the handsome man's huge biceps, that flexed under the weight of his stack of books, threatening to rip his half-sleeved tee that was already too tight for his massive chest. It was hard not to, when a 6 ft hunk was sizing up his body shamelessly.

"I'm Mingyu. I'm in this faculty too. 3rd year"

"(name). 2nd year." Offered he, politely.

"Boyfriend problems?" Mingyu inquired, (name) taken aback. "Just guessing", he clarified, knowing fully well he eavesdropped into the couple's conversation earlier. What? He just wanted to see for himself who bagged this hot specimen before he could. Before (name) could respond, Mingyu moved closer.

"I won't pry into your personal life, but tell you what. Any man that doesn't appreciate you enough, is a loser."

He ran his hands all over (name)'s curves, finally slipping underneath his skirt to grope his ass and lift one of (name)'s legs against his groin, making the boy gasp.

"Someone who loves the beauty that you are, y'feel me?" His breath fanned over (name)'s face, the boy feeling 50 emotions at once.

"I,I shou-"

"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" the duo turned towards the source of the voice: (name)'s seething boyfriend. Lucas stomped over to them, snatching (name) from Mingyu's grasp and wrapping his bulky arm around his waist, pulling the boy flush against his hard chest.

"Not so shy touching him in public anymore?" Mingyu teased. If Lucas wasn't mad jealous right now, he'd probably wonder how Mingyu knew about the couple's fight. But he couldn't care less right now. He all but dragged (name) back to the empty classroom, heels clacking against the tiled floor and slammed the door shut.

"What's wrong with you Lucas ?"

"ME? The fuck's wrong with him? How dare he lay his hands on MY boyfriend?" Lucas fritted his teeth.

"I might as well let him. Since YOU'RE so ashamed of touching me. I bet, with his huge arms and adonis-like body, he can easil-"

"You mean, these?" Lucas threw his stupid smirk (name)'s way as he flexed his massive biceps that threatened to spill out of his half-tee.

"Lucas! W- what if someone sees us? The door has a huge window" (name) stuttered, turned on by his boyfriend's manly display.

"I don't give a fuck anymore." Lucas said, taking off his shirt over his head in one swift motion, using only one hand.

Throwing shame out the window as all coherent thought left his body, (name) ran firm hands all over the muscle mass that was rock hard under the touch. He squeezed the giant pecs as Lucas made them bounce. "You like that?" He smirked.

"So fucking much, you're so big and strong for me." (name) moaned, latching his mouth to suck on the bulge of Lucas' biceps, the giant flexing them hard in (name)'s mouth. The musky scent of sweat filled the air making (name) hornier as the recalled how hot Lucas looked playing basketball earlier, all sweaty and pumped up.

He ran his tongue over all his muscles: the abs, the meaty chest, the armpits, licking every crevice of the result of his boyfriend's hard work.

Lucas moaned, throwing his head back, grabbing a fistful of (name)'s hair as he pushed him further towards his body.

"Yeahh, worship those muscles like the good boy you are."

"You're so fucking hot, baby. Look how fucking huge you are."

Lucas growled, turning (name) around harshly, removing the string of his dress with one hand, the piece of fabric falling aside at once.

"This little pussy is mine" He landed a smack on (name)'s hole, cupping him hard through his panties, the boy shaking from the recoil of Lucas' strength. "Gonna ruin it with my fat cock, baby."

"Yes, daddy. Do it, fuck me!" (name) cried.

Lucas delivered more slaps on his clothed cunt, (name) tearing up and thrashing from the impact, but Lucas held him in place with one hand and he continued using the other to smack his pussy. "Crying already? Wait till I'm done with you. you're gonna cry harder than now, begging me to stop, but I won't."

(name) sobbed at the prospect, loving every second of it. Lucas grabbed a fistful of the boy's ass, kneading the flesh hard, digging his nails deep into his plump flesh. "You have the fattest fucking ass" Lucas groaned, slapping it hard again, and again, and again.

"I'll make sure this fat ass bounces when I fuck you."

Lucas turned him around, grabbing him by the back of his thighs and lifting him up easily.

"Ah! Lucas, fuck! You're so strong."

"Yeah? Want me to throw you around? Use my muscles to manhandle you and fuck you real hard, huh? Like this" Lucas lifted him up in the air and threw him on the desk. He leaned in, pushing his muscular body flush against (name)'s soft one.

He grabbed the boy's neck, squeezing it hard and forcing him to look him in the eyes. "I'm going to wreck you."

"Please" (name) choked out.

Lucas released his grip, sliding the panties clean off and shoving three of his fingers in.

"Look at how small your little clit is, baby. This is so cute, I'm gonna enjoy stretching it out."

He rubbed his calloused thumb on his swollen clit, teasing it in circles as he pushed his thick fingers deeper, adding his pinky.

"Fuck! Oh my god, you're so deep. I can't.

"That's right. Scream my name. Make everyone hear that you belong to me." The giant rammed his digits harder, abusing (name)'s sensitive spot. His body jerked forward and fell on the table behind him, hands scrambling for support.

"Fuck! I can't, please-ah!"

Lucas didn't relent, adding his pinky to the mix, his knuckles rubbing against (name)'s walls. "Take it! Take it like a good boy."

The taller boy continued his merciless assault, ramming his thick fingers in and out of his boyfriend. (name) felt the familiar knot in his stomach as the pressure kept building. "Cumming, please-!"

"Yeah? Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my fingers? Cum like the good boy you are."

(name) did as told, clenching and shaking, squirting all over his boyfriend's fingers. Lucas took out his digits slowly, admiring the mess, licking his fingers clean and tasting his boyfriend's juices.

"Fuck, you're delicious. Turn around."

"W-wait, I'm sensitive-!"

"I don't fucking care. I'm gonna eat this pussy till I'm satsified. "

(name) turned and laid down, the hard wood of the desk supporting his back. Lucas grabbed him by the ankles and hooked them over his broad shoulders, spreading his legs apart. His heels almost reached the top of the man's back, but it did not deter him as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on the wet slit, his warm breath fanning over (name)'s sex.

"You look so beautiful right now. Your tits spilling out of your bra, and your legs spread wide for me."

Lucas dove right in, burying his face in the boy's pussy, licking and sucking at the swollen clit.

"Ah, Lucas-fuck! So good"

(name) gripped the hair on the man's head, bucking his hips as he was sent to another realm. He felt the wet tongue prodding and sliding, the sensation overwhelming his body.

Lucas captured (name)'s labia in his mouth, suckling hard between his lips and pulling it back with a pop sound. The lewd action made (name) cry out as he was eaten out, his pussy abused and raw, the man's tongue lapping at his entrance.

"Lucas, I-I can't take it. Too much, ahh"

"Yeah? Like how I eat your fucking tight pussy?

Lucas licked and sucked his boyfriend's clit, slurping up the juices from the sensitive hole. "Fuck, I can do this all day."

"L-Lucas, wait! I can't! Please-ah!"

Lucas kept at his pace, eating (name) out, the latter feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly. "I'm-cumming! "

The giant smirked, completely pussy drunk. " Yeah? Eating this little pussy so good, huh? Go ahead and cum all over my tongue, baby. Cum on my fucking face."

(name) was a panting and moaning mess. He couldn't take the pleasure and pain mixed together, and it all culminated as he squirted all over his boyfriend's mouth, the giant swallowing it all up.

Lucas sat on the teacher's desk, pulling (name) harshly onto his lap. He massaged his tits through the bra, growing hornier and more aggressive by the second. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful view of his boyfriend in nothing but heels, the black material covering his breasts.

"Take that fucking bra off" Lucas growled, pinching the buds beneath the fabric.

(name) reached behind him and undid the strap, the garment falling and pooling around his waist.

"Fuck" Lucas whispered as he squeezed the soft mounds in his large palms. He brought his head down and suckled the rosy buds, biting them harshly and leaving marks around the skin.

"Oh fuck! Please, more!

"Yeah, you like that? My mouth all over your pretty little tits?"

"Mmm, yes"

Lucas continued his ministrations, slurping noises filling the room as squeezed and sucked harder.

"Oh fuck, I need you, now. Turn around and show me your pretty little ass."

(name) slid off his lap and turned around, his knees resting on the wooden desk and his palms spread in front of him.

Lucas unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock, already leaking precum. He gave his length a few strokes before sliding the mushroom tip across his boyfriend's pussy, the heat of the wet flesh driving him crazy.

"Please, put it in. Put it in!"

"Yeah? This is what you wanted all along, huh? Wanted to be fucked stupid in the middle of class? Wanted me to breed you full?"

"Fuck yes, please"

Lucas didn't waste any time, grabbing his thick member and pressing the head against (name)'s sopping entrance. The hole twitched at the touch, aching to be filled. He pushed the head in and watched as the hole stretched to accommodate his size, a moan escaping his throat.

(name) whined at the feeling of being filled to the brim. The cock inside him was massive, stretching his insides and reaching the deepest parts of him.

Lucas grabbed his boyfriend's waist and rammed into him, his cock disappearing into the warm cavern. "Fuck! You feel so fucking good, babe".

The man kept his pace, his thrusts getting deeper and rougher. He leaned forward and bit the boy's earlobe, whispering filthy nothings to him.

"You take my cock so well, huh? Such a fucking good little boy.

"Ahh, please. Faster"

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you faster? Wanna feel my cock in your stomach? Wanna be fucked stupid?"

"Please! I'm so close, please let me cum!"

Lucas grabbed his boyfriend by the back of his neck and pushed his face down on the table, his hips never ceasing their movements. Lucas' strength never failed to amaze (name). He always sent himself over the edge thinking how the giant could easily snap him into two.

"Ah, I'm- I'm cumming!

"Go ahead and fucking cum. Squeeze my dick, milk me dry."

(name) shook as he squirted all over the thick cock, his walls tightening and convulsing around his boyfriend's length.

"Ah, fuck!"

Lucas slammed his hips forward, his balls smacking the boy's ass cheeks. His seed flooded the insides, filling him up to the brim and painting his walls white.

He pulled out his length and watched the cum trickle down the boy's thighs, the sight making him twitch.

(name) laid exhausted on the desk, his eyes shut and his lips parted. Lucas tucked his dick back in his pants and carried his boyfriend bridal style, the boy resting his head on the man's broad chest.

Lucas kissed his forehead as he left the classroom, carrying his boyfriend to his car.

Little did they know, they were being watched in this classroom, yet again.

Kim Mingyu let out ragged breaths, his head against the cold wall of the lecture halls, eyes closed and lips parted. He was sweating profusely and his jeans felt unbelievably tight. As he came down from his high and removed his hands from over his crotch, he looked down to see what the stickiness was.

He was so crazy over seeing (name) being wrecked in nothing but heels that he came in his pants.

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lizsos · 3 months

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Daycare

Summary: team bebe are in a daycare helping around and taking care of kids Bada can't help but catch notice you were not feeling well but at the process she catches feelings for you .

Genre : fluff

(Short)

It was a quite normal day at the daycare, but for some reason, you couldn't shake off the feeling of sadness that lingered within you. Despite your efforts to maintain your usual bubbly demeanor, it was evident to your team especially your fellow Leader Bada that something was wrong .

Noticing your sour mood team bebe cant help but feel uncomplete they were used to your loud voice when speaking, laughing or even just joking with them . It left up the spirt within them it gave them a spark and energy to laugh, speak and joke back at you knowing they were tired of practice's , but now your quiet and feeling kind of upset they felt the difference from your actions .

"Whats wrong with y/n unnie? She seems .... sad" Kyma asked "she's been like that since the morning" Cheche answered feeling upset to . Tatter joined the conversation saying " I tried cheering her up this morning but she just smiled at me then left" "aww poor Y/n Unnie" Soweon said . "Maybe something is bothering her" Lusher said with a sad smile .

Bada was hearing all her members talking about so she decided to take matters into her own hands . "Who wants bubbles?" she exclaimed her eyes scanning the room filled with eager little faces. The children's enthusiastic response was immediate and infectious.

"Me! I want buboo!"

"Me, me!"

"Ahhhh, me!"

Team Bebe just looked at their leader questioning what is she doing and wondering where will she get the bubbles from . Lusher went to Bada and asked her "what are you doing ? We don't have bubbles with us , and if we magically had any I don't think it will be enough for all of these kids" she said with a nervous smile on her face "don't worry I got it " bada said while winking .

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Bada took charge. "Alright, everybody stand up!" she commanded, placing her hands on her hips in a playful stance. The children, like obedient little soldiers, rose to their feet and stood in anticipation.

Then something came with an unexpected twist. Bada, with a knowing smile, pointed directly at you. "Everyone give y/n a big BIG hug, and I'll bring the bubbles!" she declared motioning how big she wants the hug to be . Without hesitation, the children turned their attention to you, their faces lit up with wide smiles as they ran towards you like a tiny army of affectionate minions, wrapping their little arms around your legs.

Caught off guard by the sudden outpouring of love, you found yourself overwhelmed. The sadness that had weighed heavily on your heart began to dissipate, replaced by warmth and joy. "Awww, thank you everybody ," you exclaimed, unable to contain your laughter as you returned their embraces.

Team Bebe were surprised with how Bada handled the situation but smiles began to take over their sad faces "WOOO THATS OUR LEADER" Tatter said with an unexpected rush of energy . While team bebe was laughing at their member Bada was supposed to bring the bubbles from the basement , but her attention was elsewhere.

She stood frozen in place, her gaze fixed on you with a mixture of admiration for your smile and happiness that took over her . She was even surprised that when she saw you she smiled at the sense of you smiling . Time seemed to stand still as her heart raced with inexplicable emotions. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only you and her in that moment.

After what felt like an eternity, Bada snapped out of her trance, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Quickly averting her eyes, she muttered under her breath, "What the fuck is wrong with me..." she thought knowing that's her member she's thinking and blushing about .

As the children continued to shower you with hugs and laughter filled the room, Bada wrestled with her newfound feelings, unsure of how to make sense of them .

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saetoshis · 1 year

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[‹ BLURRED LINES! ›] WELT YANG

[‹ SUMMARY ›] your stepdad just can’t say no when it comes to your comfort!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, stepcest, age gap [welt is middle aged, reader in late 20’s], daddy kink, comfort -> sex, praise + pet names [honey, angel, sweet girl], a little size kink

welt is such a loving stepdad, you know that much.

from the moment you met him, he made you feel special. he’s often not a man of sentimental words, but he tries to comfort you as best as he can.

whether it’s with little hugs, making you dinner, or taking care of you when you feel sad, he’s always there for you. he’s not sure when the lines started to blur, though.

it might’ve started when you were dating that boy that he knew from the start was no good for you. it might’ve started when he heard you and your shitty ex-boyfriend fucking right in the other room when he was working.

it might’ve started when you broke up with that guy and went out with your girl friends in teeny dresses that left almost nothing to his imagination, or when he was bidding you goodbye with a sweet “be safe” and a kiss on the cheek.

he’s not sure, but he knows you feel it, too.

the lines surely started to blur when you started kissing him on the cheek every time you left the house, your voice sickly sweet as you tell him you’ll be back soon; you promise!

they were surely starting to blur when he heard your bed creaking over and over through the wall late at night while he was working, little muffled whimpers of ‘daddy, daddy…!’ filling your room as you stuff your hand down your panties - all while thinking about welt.

the final moment where he surely knew that he was more to you than just your stepdad was when you came into his home office crying, seeking him for comfort.

“um, welt…?” you mutter through sniffles and tears as you walk into his office, his eyes meeting your puffy ones with a sympathetic expression.

“what happened, honey?” welt’s voice is gentle and low as he opens his arms, letting you nestle into his lap and lean your head on his big shoulder. “why are you crying?”

“a boy…” you mumble back, letting little tears fall onto his shirt as you cling onto him tightly. his voice and his warmth bring you inexplicable comfort, as if in his arms is where you were made to be. “he dumped me suddenly. told me i was too emotional n’ clingy…”

“no, no,” welt shushed you softly, his hands wrapping around your waist and holding you closer against his chest. “you’re an angel, y’know that? you’re perfect. that boy was trouble, i told you that, right?”

you nod and sniffle softly, looking at him with little teary eyes as you let his comforting words sink in. he makes you feel so soft, so warm - he’s the only man who treats you like this.

“how can i comfort you, hm? what do you need?” welt’s voice is low and honey-sweet, and you know that he’ll do anything for you. your relationship is albeit different, but you know that you can ask him anything at all.

“a kiss,” you mumble back, rubbing your puffy eyes with your shirt sleeve. how could he ever say no to his adorable stepdaughter when she needs comfort like this?

“alright,” welt chuckles a little bit at how precious you look in his arms right now, clinging onto his shirt as you flutter your pretty wet lashes at him. “just one. a secret between us, alright?”

you nod and slide your hands up to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lean into his embrace. his lips press softly against yours, and a warmth spreads through your body at how deliberately sweet the kiss is. he’s not too forward, not too shy - it’s perfect, and it makes your head feel hazy.

“how was that, hm?” welt pulls away and wraps his arms around your waist a little closer, a soft look in his eyes as he takes in your reaction. “satisfied, honey?”

you and he both know - that kiss was a gateway to more. the line is officially blurred, so what’s stopping you two from crossing it even more? what’s the risk? it can’t hurt… right?

“one more… please?” you hum and tilt your head in such a sweet way that welt can’t even imagine saying no to you.

he nods and chuckles a little bit, his hands sliding up your waist just a little higher as he kisses you again - more passionately this time, a little more dangerously. your fingers flit through his grey-streaked hair, little hums of satisfaction leaving your lips as you put just a little more of yourself into the kiss.

the issue is - that kiss never broke. it led to another, and another… with tongue this time, exploring each other as you hum and moan in tandem.

“welt…” your voice comes out like a sweet melody, and he can’t hold back his desire for you any longer. it’s as if the last string holding his integrity together just snapped the moment you kissed him.

“it’s okay, honey. i’m here…” welt murmurs against your lips, his hands exploring your thighs, the plush curve of your ass, or your bare waist as he lifts your shirt up a little. “so needy right now, aren’t you?”

“mhm,” you hum and nod as little hearts dance in your eyes for him. every nerve in your body starts to light up when he grazes his hand against your skin, as if his touch was made for you. “want more…”

“alright, angel…” welt smiles softly before his lips press up against yours again, his big strong arms lifting you up as he carefully rests you on your back on his work desk. “gotta be quiet, okay? can you do that for me?”

you nod willingly, your body craving more of his touch, more of his soft praise. his hands slipping your shirt off and pulling your shorts and panties off of your legs feel so gentle, but there’s an intensity behind it. the desire flickering between the two of you makes the air feel hot, almost thick with lust.

“wanna make you feel good, too…” your voice is like an cupid’s arrow to the heart for welt, and his cock practically jumps at the sound of your words alone. the way you drag your hips just barely against his belt makes him shudder, and he has to choke back a moaned grunt.

“you sure, honey?” welt asks cautiously, knowing he has to hear the words from you again just to make sure you know exactly what you’re getting into. your nod is his signal, and he sighs softly, “just for you, okay? remember, this is our little secret.”

your mind feels hazy and clouded with tingles as he undoes his belt with a little clink before it hits the floor. the head of his cock feels big and a little sticky as he slips it against your folds with a leering groan.

“p-please,” you mumble and roll your hips a little to tease him inside, your body craving nothing but his touch - only welt’s.

welt chuckles softly before it turns into a hummed moan when he slips the tip of his cock inside, and immediately his whole body lights up with bliss at the feel of your walls so tight around him. “s-so… oh, you’re such an angel…”

“mm-“ you let out a little gasped moan as he starts pushing inside more, and more, until he bottoms out with a voice-cracking grunt. your voice sounds as if it’s intoxicated by lust, by his touch, “so full…”

“i know, honey… but you’re doing so well taking it all, just like i knew you would,” welt’s voice comes out like a leering hum as he slowly pushes and pulls his hips, back and forth, his arms caged around your head on the desk. “just like this, hm? how does it feel?”

“so good, daddy…” you hum out the words instinctively, keening for his touch as he ruts his hips a little faster now. you shift back and forth on the desk from each connection of your hips, whines leaving your gaped mouth in tandem.

“that’s it, angel…” welt hums as he presses open-mouth kisses into your neck, getting messier and more intense with each languid thrust of his hips. his tongue drags hot lines against your skin with each time he ruts his hips, drawing moans from your chest each time. “love you just like this for me. my sweet girl…”

your breaths are hitched and full of little moaned noises as you fall deeper into a pleasured haze, tingles flickering through your body each time his hips get a little quicker, a little rougher.

“ah- hah, you feel so amazing, i might just-” welt grunts out the words staggeringly, and you can feel his cock twitching each time it presses against that sweet spot in your cunt. your bodies shudder together, the air hot between you as your highs burgeon in your chests. welt groans and chuckles softly, “god, you’re making a mess out of me…”

“mm- lemme make a mess with you,” your words make welt’s cock twitch inside of you, and he practically snaps. he can’t hold back, each heavy rut of his hips shaking the desk and pulling whimpers out of your mouth each time. “c- gonna… gonna cum with you, daddy…”

“oh yeah, angel… cum with me,” welt trades your saccharine walls for his hand, his other slipping two fingers inside of you and curling against the spot that makes your thighs keen together. he fucks his fingers inside of you in tandem with his fist, his eyebrows furrowed as grunts spill out of his mouth. “oh, shit…”

your moans heighten with his, bodies shuddering and tingling as waves of intense euphoria wash over you again and again. the room is flooded with filthy wet sounds and moans, forever to be kept a secret within these walls.

you make a mess of his fingers as you watch his head craning back, ropes of white spilling out onto your stomach as he groans and mumbles little cusses under his breath.

“welt…” your voice is weak and breathy, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him drag his fist along his shaft more slowly now, the highs and tingles starting to drift off into a haze.

“i know, angel…” welt smiles softly as he catches his breath, leaning in to press just one more kiss against your lips.

though he says ‘just one more kiss’ you both smile as he’s clearly lying through his teeth.

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popmybrains · 7 months

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Soft Lies [ Astarion x She/Her Reader ]

Pairing: Astarion x She/Her Pronoun Reader

A/N: This is meant to take place pre-events of the game so the reader is not intended to be Tav but can be if you so wish. This was also posted on A03 under my account so if you see this there that was also me. This is just a little short story I felt like writing nothing exciting lol.

Warnings: Angst

Summary:

“I’ve been doing some thinking,” he finally said, his voice steady but tinged with an unmistakable sadness. “And I’ve come to a decision.”

Her heart skipped a beat. The words were not what she had expected. “A decision?”

Astarion nodded, his eyes fixed on the ground. “I don’t love you.”

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the secluded glade. Its where Astarion had arranged to meet her just before the sunsets. She had expected a pleasant evening, a moment of intimacy with the vampire who had captured her heart. Together they had spent weeks, laughing and sharing stories. She had even dared to share her blossoming dreams of a life together, unaware of the shadow that would cast over his face.

It was then he started pulling away from her. She didn’t notice at first, not until he gently pulled his hand away from her touch the other day. How tense he would become during the times she would embrace him. It’s why she was so eager for this little rendezvous of his, excited he wanted to spend some time with her.

Running down the path that lead from her small town, she stopped at the edge of the forest slightly heaving from the run after her chores. Astarion appeared from the trees, stopping along the edge still in the shade the leaves provided - his demeanor unusually somber. He looked every bit the charming rogue she had come to adore, but his eyes betrayed a hint of sadness and uncertainty. As he drew closer, she noticed the tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his expression.

Breathing through his nose he began, his voice quieter than usual, “We need to talk.”

She smiled, hoping to ease the heaviness in the air. “Of course, Astarion. What’s on your mind?”

He hesitated, his gaze flitting about the tranquil glade as if searching for words that eluded him. “I’ve been doing some thinking,” he finally said, his voice steady but tinged with an unmistakable sadness. “And I’ve come to a decision.”

Her heart skipped a beat. The words were not what she had expected. “A decision?”

Astarion nodded, his eyes fixed on the ground. “I don’t love you.”

She felt as if the world had shattered around her. The words hung in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore. “What are you saying, Astarion? After everything we’ve planned, after we even… you’re telling me you don’t love me?” Her voice trembled, this wasn’t how she expected the evening to go.

He swallowed hard, a pained expression crossing his face. “It’s true. I don’t love you, and I can’t.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled as she spoke. “But why? Why would you say that? I thought we meant- that I meant more to you, gods sake I even let you feed off me...”

Astarion reached his handout to touch her cheek only the flesh of his arm being touch by the ever fading sunlight. His fingers brushing against her skin before he quickly withdrew his hand. “You don’t… I was just, using you. And it’s is for your own good, if this ends now.”

Fury surged within her, a tempest of emotions threatening to consume her. “You can’t just end things like this, Astarion! You owe me a better explanation than you don’t love me!”

He stepped back, his eyes filled with sorrow. “I’m sorry… It’s over.”

With that, he turned and walked away, her alone in the glade, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She watched him go, unable to comprehend the abrupt and inexplicable end to their relationship. The silence of the meadow was broken only by her anguished sobs.

Astarion didn’t look back, didn’t see the tears streaming down her face. He had done what he believed was necessary to protect her from the lurking danger of Cazador, but it had come at a heavy cost. As he retreated into the darkness, his tears fell freely, his heart aching with the knowledge that he had pushed away the one person he cared for the most.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #angst #angst with a sad ending

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Could I request a. Poly volturi/ f reader where Marcus finds out she’s is their mate. She met them on one of the tourist guide and he found her told aro and caius that she is their mate. They talk to her and she’s shy . She sorta want to be with them but her only experience of a relationship was really abusive in the past which made her insecure and feeling unworthy of love . She runs away from them. Eventually the found out why she ran and her confession leaves them 🥺

My love I will need the name of who hurt you.

Cree volturi kings : we just want to talk with him …

Wow this is sad asf, I like this

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➘ summary : what started out as a simple tour turnt into something more

The grand halls of the Volturi castle echoed with the hushed voices of tourists, their footsteps reverberating against the ancient stone floors. Among them was (y/n), a young woman who had always been fascinated by history and the mysteries of the castle. She had embarked on this tour with a keen sense of excitement, eager to explore the secrets that lay within the castle's walls.

As the tour guide spoke animatedly about the history of the paintings on the wall, (y/n) found herself hanging on to every word. She craned her neck to catch glimpses of the intricate tapestries that adorned the walls and the opulent décor that spoke of centuries of power and influence. The stories of the powerful kings and wars that rained over their world centuries ago had captured her imagination, filling her mind with visions of intrigue and romance and death.

Amid the crowd, a figure caught her attention – a man who exuded an air of timeless elegance and authority. His dark hair cascaded down his back, and his crimson eyes seemed to hold secrets that spanned centuries. It was Marcus, one of the three Volturi kings, passing by with a measured grace that demanded respect.

(y/n)'s heart raced inexplicably as their eyes met for a brief moment. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, a bond that defied explanation. She felt a pull towards him, an inexplicable curiosity that left her breathless. And in that fleeting instant, she could swear she saw a glimmer of intrigue in Marcus's eyes – a recognition that mirrored her own.

Interrupting the tour guide's narration, Marcus raised his hand, his voice carrying through the hall with a quiet authority. "Hold, please."

The tour guide faltered, clearly taken aback by the interruption. Marcus's gaze remained fixed on (y/n), his lips curving into a slight smile that held an air of mystery.

"Forgive me, but there is something quite intriguing about this young woman here." Marcus's voice was smooth, his words enigmatic as he addressed the bewildered tour guide. "I would like to extend an invitation to her – if she would be interested – to explore a different part of the castle with me."

The hushed murmurs of the tourists filled the air as (y/n) felt a mix of shock and bewilderment. She had not anticipated this turn of events, and yet, an inexplicable sense of destiny tingled in her veins.

The tour guide stammered for a moment before nodding, a mixture of awe and apprehension in their eyes. "Of course, sir. If the young lady is willing, I can continue the tour with the others."

Marcus stepped closer to (y/n), his gaze unwavering. "What say you, my dear? Would you be interested in exploring a different facet of this castles history?"

Her heart pounded as a swirl of emotions coursed through her. The enchanting allure of Marcus, the mystery that seemed to shroud him – it was a chance she couldn't pass up. Gathering her courage, she nodded, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. "I would be honored."

With a graceful nod, Marcus turned away from the tour group and gestured for (y/n) to follow. She did so, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As they walked, the grand halls seemed to come alive with an energy that was both electrifying and surreal.

They reached a massive wooden door adorned with intricate carvings, and Marcus opened it with a flourish. "Welcome to our library."

The sight that greeted (y/n) took her breath away. Shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes and manuscripts stretched into the distance, illuminated by the soft glow of candles. It was a sanctuary of knowledge, a repository of secrets that spanned centuries.

Marcus watched her reaction with a faint smile. "I thought this might pique your interest."

As (y/n) stepped further into the library, her heart swelled with a sense of wonder. She felt a connection – not just to the history contained within these walls, but to the enigmatic king - not that she knew who or what he was, who had opened this door for her.

As (y/n) continued to explore the library, each step seemed to take her deeper into a realm of enchantment and mystery. The scent of aged parchment mingled with the warm glow of candlelight, creating an atmosphere that felt almost otherworldly.

Unbeknownst to her, word had been swiftly passed down the ranks by Marcus, who had sensed the unique connection she shared with him. Intrigued by her presence, Aro and Caius had decided to pay them an unexpected visit. Their arrival was as silent as shadows, and (y/n) only became aware of their presence when she heard the faintest rustling of fabric.

She turned, her eyes widening as she saw the imposing figures of Aro and Caius standing before her. Aro's eyes glittered with curiosity, and Caius's expression held a blend of scrutiny and aloofness.

Marcus stepped forward with a graceful nod, introducing (y/n) to the other two kings. "May I present Aro and Caius, two friends of mine.”

(y/n) dipped into a respectful curtsy, her heart racing as she met the gaze of these legendary figures. "Pleased to meet you.”

Aro's smile was almost hypnotic, his crimson eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and intrigue. "Greetings, my dear. I can’t help but see you’ve been glancing at a book about the history of vampires, tell me, do you believe in vampires?"

The question hung in the air, laden with both a challenge and a promise. (y/n)'s mind raced, grappling with the incredible situation she found herself in. Her logical nature clashed with the fantastical notion of vampires, yet standing before the embodiment of that very myth, she couldn't help but wonder.

"I believe in the unexplainable," she began, her voice steady and thoughtful. "There are countless mysteries in the world, phenomena that defy scientific explanation. So, while my rational mind might question the existence of vampires, my curiosity tells me that there are realms beyond our understanding."

Aro's grin widened, his interest clearly piqued. "Ah, a mind open to possibilities. That is a delightful trait."

Caius's silence spoke volumes, his eyes never leaving (y/n) as he observed her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

Marcus stepped closer, his presence reassuring as he addressed Aro and Caius. "Our guest is a thinker, one who embraces the complexity of reality. Her perspective is as refreshing as a cool breeze on a warm night."

The conversation flowed on, weaving through the tapestry of history, myth, and human nature. (y/n) found herself engaged in an intellectual dance with the kings of legend, her thoughts and insights laid bare before them. With every exchange, the lines between the fantastical and the tangible blurred further, leaving her with a sense that reality was far more nuanced than she had ever imagined.

As the night rolled on, the library became a haven for shared ideas, an unexpected meeting of minds that transcended the supernatural. In the presence of Aro, Caius, and Marcus, (y/n) discovered that even the most extraordinary tales could be grounded in the richness of human thought. And in that moment, her beliefs were stretched beyond their limits, opening her heart to the infinite possibilities that lay beyond the realm of the ordinary.

‘So this is our mate hmm,’ thought aro and caius.

The conversation flowed like a river of ideas, weaving together the threads of history, myth, and the human experience. As the night deepened, Aro, Caius, and Marcus shared stories of their long lives, tales that seemed both fantastical and strangely plausible in the context of their surroundings.

(y/n)'s mind raced as she navigated this surreal interaction. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of curiosity, apprehension, and a growing sense of connection. She marveled at the way Aro's eyes sparkled with the excitement of discovery and the way Caius's stern expression softened whenever a topic stirred his interest.

Finally, as the clock ticked towards the early hours of morning, Aro leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixated on (y/n). "My dear, your insights have been nothing short of remarkable. Your presence has brought a fresh perspective to our discussions."

Caius, usually reserved, nodded in agreement, his voice carrying a rare hint of admiration. "Indeed. Your willingness to engage with our history and your open-mindedness are qualities we find intriguing."

Marcus's gentle smile added to the atmosphere, his eyes softening as they met (y/n)'s. "We have an offer, if you would consider it. We would be honored if you chose to stay here for a time, to learn more about our castle, its history, and the stories that have shaped our world."

The weight of their words settled upon (y/n) like a spell, and for a moment, her heart seemed to pause. To stay within the very heart of the Volturi castle, to immerse herself in the history she had always yearned to uncover – it was a dream she had never dared to entertain.

Flustered, she struggled to find her words. "I... I'm incredibly humbled by your offer. This is all so unexpected, and yet... it's an opportunity that I can't help but feel drawn to."

Aro's smile widened, his eyes shining with a mix of satisfaction and delight. "We would be delighted to have you, my dear."

Caius's nod was a rare sign of approval, his gaze lingering on (y/n) for a moment longer before he turned his attention to Marcus.

Marcus stepped forward, his presence both reassuring and inviting. "Consider this your sanctuary, a place where knowledge and curiosity intertwine. You'll have access to our library and the stories it holds."

Overwhelmed by a mixture of excitement and apprehension, (y/n) offered a genuine smile. "Thank you, all of you, for this incredible opportunity. I'll gladly accept."

Aro's chuckle was a melody of amusement, his fingers tenting beneath his chin as he regarded her. "Excellent. We shall arrange everything for your stay, my dear. Welcome to our castle."

As the kings made their exit, leaving (y/n) alone in the library, she could hardly believe the turn her life had taken. The castle, with its centuries of history and the enigmatic Volturi kings, was now her new reality.

Weeks turned into months, and (y/n)'s life within the Volturi castle was a whirlwind of discovery and intrigue. The stories she had yearned to uncover became her reality, and the library became her haven. Yet, as time passed, she began to notice subtle oddities – fleeting movements, eyes that glinted in the moonlight, and moments of uncanny insight.

Her curiosity piqued, (y/n) embarked on her own investigation, her explorations leading her to the kings themselves. One evening, she found herself in a dimly lit corridor, face-to-face with Aro, who had seemingly appeared out of thin air.

"(y/n)," Aro's voice was smooth, his eyes studying her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding. "Aro, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. Something... unusual."

Aro's smile held a hint of mystery. "And what might that be, my dear?"

"I've noticed... peculiar things," she began carefully, her gaze unwavering. "Things that don't quite fit within the realm of normalcy. I've seen movements that defy human capabilities and glimpses of knowledge that seem impossible to possess."

Aro's expression remained enigmatic, but his smile grew. "Observant, as always. (y/n), you are correct. There are aspects of our nature that are beyond the ordinary."

Her heart raced as realization dawned. "You mean... you're vampires."

Caius appeared beside Aro, his presence as imposing as ever. "Sharp instincts."

Marcus joined them, his gentle smile a reassuring contrast to Caius's intensity. "We are creatures of the night, (y/n). Our longevity, our abilities – they set us apart from humanity."

(y/n)'s mind whirled, a storm of emotions crashing over her. She had suspected as much, yet hearing it confirmed by the very beings she had come to know felt surreal.

"I... I don't know what to say," she admitted, her voice a mixture of awe and uncertainty.

Aro's hand extended towards her, his gesture both inviting and comforting. "We understand that this revelation is a lot to take in."

Caius's gaze softened, his voice holding a rare tenderness. "We are bound by our nature, and yet, we have come to value your presence in our world."

Tears welled in (y/n)'s eyes as she faced the kings she had grown to respect and admire. "It's a lot to process, but I trust you."

Marcus stepped forward, his touch gentle as he brushed a tear from her cheek. "And that's all we could hope for."

Aro's eyes locked onto (y/n)'s, his gaze filled with an intensity that made her heart race. "There is one more truth, my dear."

(y/n) listened, her senses on high alert as Aro's words hung in the air.

"We have kept another secret from you, one that we can no longer conceal," Aro confessed, his voice laced with a mixture of reverence and longing.

Caius's gaze held a hint of vulnerability. "You are our mate, (y/n). Bound to us by a connection that transcends time."

Emotions swirled within (y/n) – disbelief, astonishment, and a growing sense of warmth. She met the eyes of each king, her voice a mixture of acceptance and emotion. "I may not have expected any of this, but I trust in the bonds that have formed between us."

In that moment, the weight of their revelations settled upon her heart. The kings, with all their mystery and power, had bared their souls before her, revealing the complexities of their existence. And as she stood among them, (y/n) realized that her journey had led her to an unprecedented crossroads – a choice between embracing the extraordinary and retreating into the safety of the familiar.

Shyness wrapped itself around (y/n) like a protective shield as she absorbed the weight of the revelation – that she was their mate. The intensity of the kings' feelings was both exhilarating and overwhelming, and the newfound connection she shared with them tugged at her heart in ways she struggled to comprehend.

Her past relationship had left her with deep scars, wounds that had yet to fully heal. The memories of abuse and manipulation had instilled in her a sense of insecurity and unworthiness, making the idea of accepting the affection of the Volturi kings a daunting prospect.

As she stood before Aro, Caius, and Marcus, her gaze shifted between them, her voice barely a whisper as she expressed her thoughts. "I... I appreciate your honesty and your feelings, but I can't help feeling... uncertain. My past... it's left me feeling... afraid to trust again."

Aro's eyes held compassion, a gentleness that seemed to penetrate her insecurities. "We understand, my dear. The wounds of the past are not easily forgotten."

Caius's voice held a rare tenderness, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. "Your pain is valid, (y/n). But we wish to show you that love can be kind and nurturing."

Marcus stepped closer, his presence a source of comfort. "We are not like those who have hurt you before. Our connection is built on understanding and mutual respect."

Tears welled in (y/n)'s eyes, a mixture of vulnerability and longing washing over her. She looked up at them, her voice tremulous yet determined. "I want to believe you. I want to let myself feel this connection. But I need time... time to heal and learn to trust again."

Aro's gaze never wavered, his smile patient and reassuring. "Time, my dear, is a gift we are willing to give."

Caius's expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. "You deserve to be cherished, (y/n), not because you're our mate, but because you're you."

Marcus's hand reached out to gently brush against her cheek, his touch tender and comforting. "We will be here, by your side, as you navigate this journey."

The vulnerability she felt was mirrored in their words and expressions, a testament to the depth of their feelings. As she looked at these powerful, immortal beings, she saw beyond their regal façades to the genuine care they held for her. It was a chance to heal, to rewrite the narrative of her own life, and to embrace love in a way she had never thought possible.

Tears spilled down (y/n)'s cheeks as she nodded, a fragile smile forming. "Thank you... for understanding, for being patient."

Aro's smile was warm, his voice carrying a promise. "We're here whenever you're ready, (y/n)."

In that moment, amidst the echoes of their shared emotions, (y/n) felt a glimmer of hope. It was the first step on a path of healing and growth, a journey toward embracing the love she had once thought was out of reach.

As the days turned into weeks, (y/n) found herself immersed in the embrace of the Volturi kings' affections. Their gestures of care, the way they listened to her, and the tenderness they offered often left her breathless. It was a love unlike anything she had ever experienced, and although she yearned for it, the intensity of their feelings sometimes left her feeling overwhelmed.

One evening, the weight of their love became too much to bear, and (y/n) felt a wave of panic grip her heart. She longed for the familiarity of solitude, a moment to catch her breath and sort through her emotions. Without warning, she fled from the castle, her footsteps carrying her away from the very beings who had come to mean so much to her.

The wind whipped around her as she found herself standing on the cliffs overlooking the sea, her thoughts tumultuous as waves crashing against the rocks below. Doubt clawed at her heart, and the echoes of her past wounds resurfaced, reminding her of her own unworthiness.

Days turned into weeks as the kings searched for her, their concern evident in their tireless efforts. And finally, one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, they found her perched on the same cliffs where she had sought solace.

Aro's voice was gentle, his eyes filled with understanding as he spoke. "We've been worried about you, (y/n)."

Caius's expression was a mixture of relief and concern, his gaze never leaving her. "You left so suddenly. We need to know if you're alright."

Marcus stepped forward, his presence calming as he regarded her with a soft smile. "Please, (y/n), tell us what's been troubling you."

Tears welled in (y/n)'s eyes, her voice fragile as she tried to put her feelings into words. "I... I'm not used to this kind of love. It's overwhelming, and I feel like I'm drowning in it."

Aro's voice held a mix of understanding and reassurance. "Our emotions can be intense, but we never intended for you to feel suffocated. (y/n), we care deeply for you, and our love is meant to support and uplift you."

Caius's expression softened, his voice carrying a note of tenderness. "We would never want you to feel trapped, my dear. Your well-being is paramount to us."

Tears streamed down (y/n)'s cheeks as she confessed her deepest fears. "My past... it's left me feeling undeserving of love, like I don't know how to accept it. I ran because I was scared... scared that I would end up hurt again."

Silence hung heavy in the air as the kings absorbed her words, their expressions a mixture of empathy and realization. Finally, Aro stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm.

"Your pain is valid, (y/n). We never meant to trigger those feelings," Aro's voice was gentle, his eyes holding a mixture of sorrow and regret.

Caius's voice held a promise. "We want to understand, to learn what love means to you and to show you that it can be different."

Marcus's smile was warm, his voice carrying a sense of hope. "We're willing to take this journey with you, to redefine what love can be."

As the kings surrounded her, (y/n) felt a glimmer of hope. In their words and actions, she saw a willingness to learn, to grow, and to meet her where she was. The road ahead might be filled with challenges, but as they stood there on the cliffs, (y/n) realized that she was not alone. Together, they would navigate the complexities of love, rewriting the narrative of her past and embracing a future filled with possibilities.

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cutecurly-hair · 3 months

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Hearts Unleashed (Part 5)

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Black!fem!reader

Warning: Fluff, Smut, Body Shaming

Words: 5,738

The weekend flew by, and before I knew it, Monday had arrived with its usual speed. I found myself back in the same classroom, at the same place and time, but something felt a little different. Nick and I had been texting non-stop over the weekend. It was just casual conversation, nothing special, but for some reason, it made me inexplicably happy.

I noticed a bunch of curly black hair in front of me. Charlie and I hadn't talked since that day. I sent him a bunch of texts, but he didn't reply. I checked with Ellie and Tao, and they hadn't heard from him either. It wasn't just me he was avoiding; it seemed like he was avoiding everyone.

Interrupting my thoughts, Nick said, "This is Nellie," showing me a picture of his dog, and she was the cutest thing in the world.

"Oh, my god, she's so cute! I've always wanted to have a pet, but ever since our cat died when I was little, we just never got a new one," I said, a tinge of sadness in my voice.

Nick's brows furrowed in concern, a cute little habit that I couldn't help but notice when he was puzzled or concerned about something. "You know, maybe you should come round to my house and meet her. Plus, my mom has been bugging me to invite you over" he suggested. I couldn't contain the smile that spread across my face, I don't know if it was because of Nick's mom has been asking about me or Nick inviting me to his house.

"Are you free on Saturday?" he asked hopefully, his brown eyes searching mine.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach.

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"Charlie! Charlie! Wait up!" I yelled across the bustling school hallway, dodging through students those rugby drills are finally proving some use.

Finally catching up to him, I took a moment to catch my breath. "What happened with you? I've been calling and texting you. I was even this close to coming to your house to make sure you were alive," I said, demonstrating the minuscule gap between my thumb and forefinger to prove my point.

Charlie turned to me, his face a mix of surprise and sheepishness. "Sorry, I've been dealing with some stuff, and I needed a bit of space. Didn't mean to worry you."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide my concern behind a facade of annoyance. "A simple 'I need space' text would have sufficed, you know."

He scratched his head, a nervous grin appearing on his face. "Yeah, I know. I'll keep you in the loop next time. Promise."

As we walked, the tension melted away, and our usual banter resumed. Charlie might not be telling me everything, but our friendship stayed solid, thankfully.

"Ugh, I've got a ton to catch you up on," I exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. His laughter filled the air. "Do I detect some juicy gossip?" he teased, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. Even though I haven't talked with him for a couple of days, I still couldn't help but miss him. I had every right to be mad, but I knew deep down Charlie was keeping something from me, but it was within his right to tell me when he is ready.

"Oh, you have no idea," I replied, joining in the laughter.

"You look fine, sweetheart," my mother remarked as she emerged from the archway. She must have noticed my tenth attempt at fixing my hair and the frustrated sigh that accompanied it. Admittedly, I may or may not have put on a little makeup. Sensing my mom's curious gaze, I decided to address it before she could.

"I'm going to a friend's house. I'll be back around 5," I informed her, trying to keep it casual.

"Are you heading over to Charlie's?"

I hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Um, no, his name is Nick," hoping my response would slip past without her catching the name. My mother, sensing something, walked over to me and handed me my coat and gloves, well aware of my tendency to get cold easily. I was honestly not made for cold weather.

"Is this a boy from school? You know how I feel about you going to somebody's house," she probed, hinting at her concerns. I knew I had to choose my words carefully to navigate this conversation if I wanted to be allowed to leave the house.

"He's my classmate in English. I want him to look over my paper that's due next week," I lied, maintaining a calm tone and hoping she wouldn't see through the deception.

"You've never needed help with your papers before. You're really good at writing," she remarked, clearly skeptical of my story.

"This paper is 50% of my grade. I have to do well on it," I asserted, emphasizing the importance of the assignment and knowing that grades were a language my mother understood well. Having dealt with her expectations back home, I knew I had to convince her to let me go.

She looked pleasantly surprised. "Yes, you're right. Grades are important. I'm surprised I didn't have to remind you," she smiled, genuinely pleased to see me showing concern for my academic performance. Seizing the moment, I quickly put on my coat and gloves, ready to head out the door.

"Come back in time for dinner!" she yelled as I walked away. I gave a quick nod to show I heard and hurried off before she could ask more questions.

My hands were practically freezing, despite the gloves doing a lousy job of keeping the cold out. I stubbornly kept them on, pulled my coat tighter, and power-walked down the street. The bone-chilling London winter seemed to pierce right through me, making me pick up the pace even more.

I stood there for a moment, torn between knocking and ringing the doorbell. My indecisiveness was playing its usual tricks on me. But before I could finally decide, the door swung open. There was Nick, giving me a gentle smile.

"Hey," he greeted. It was kinda unexpected to see him so chill and casual, a side of him I hadn't really seen beyond the school environment.

"Hey," I smiled back, deciding to ditch my gloves that weren't doing much to fight off the cold anyway.

Nick made a gesture towards a delightful chocolate and white mix Border Collie. "Uh... this is Nellie."

"Hey, Nellie. You're so adorable," Reaching down to pet the dog behind its ears. The warmth of Nellie's fur against my hand brought an unexpected comfort, making the chilly weather outside seem momentarily forgotten.

"Did you do something with your hair?" he asked, his eyes locked onto my puff ponytail that had consumed a good chunk of my morning. Lately, I'd been experimenting with new hairstyles, breaking away from my usual braids.

I immediately reached up to touch my hair, a hint of worry crossing my face. "Wait, is it bad?"

He shook his head without hesitation, offering a reassuring grin. "No, you look… it looks great." His compliment made me feel like the effort I put into styling my hair that morning was totally worth it.

"Okay, you better come in before Nellie thinks we're going for a walk," he said, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment longer than necessary.

"Okay"

Walking into his house, I couldn't help but notice how incredibly homey it was. The place just radiated coziness, making it clear that it wasn't just a house; it was a warm and welcoming home. Definitely nothing compared to mine, my house was just cold and empty still filled with boxes. I noticed a few portraits on the wall, nowhere really of his dad. Which I have nothing to brag since my parents have been divorce.

He led me upstairs to his bedroom, which I couldn't help but feel uneasy, like it was way to personal...like I shouldn't be here. But as soon as I saw his room it was very clean...? Definitely not what I was expecting.

Nick saw the look on my face "What? What's wrong?" he asked looking around confused. I couldn't help but chuckle, breaking a smile "It's so clean in here...it's weird," But overall, it suits him with the rugby poster littered all over the walls with a cute little light hanging over his bed. There it was again, that small hint of vanilla, smoke and a mix of musk but the musk was a lot stronger.

Dramatically, he placed his hand over his chest, gasping, "Are you seriously thinking that I am weird because I know how to clean,"

"I just never expected something like this," I said, gesturing to the room. Walking around, I noticed a few books on the shelf. "Especially for a rugby player. I mean, aren't you guys supposed to be dirty, by default?" I picked a book off the shelf, the title reading "Le Petit Prince (French Edition)."

A French Novel?

Sensing my curiosity, Nick blushed, swiftly taking the book from my hand and putting it back on the shelf. "My dad gifted it to me, but I barely read it," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his expression.

Sensenig that his dad was a sour subject I decided to drop it. Still observing his room, noticing the little trinkets of action figure and posters, until my eyes landing on the little snacks on the TV stand plus Mario Kart next to the Nintendo, excitement bubbled up within me as I took in the familiar sight.

"You have Mario Kart!" I exclaimed, my eyes lighting up at the sight of the game. Memories of playing it flooded back.

Nick's eyes beamed. "You like Mario Kart? Do you know how to play?" he asked, a playful smile on his face.

I nodded. "Me and my Dad used to play all the time when I was little. I still do, just never really picked it back up," I said, shrugging.

"Do you want to play?" he asked, holding the Nintendo playfully.

I smiled. "You don't even have to ask."

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"Come on, Come on I'm in the lead! Can you just let me win" Nick yelled, he was particularly begging at the point.

"It doesn't matter cause you're not going to win," I smirked. He's literally the King of Rugby and practically wins at everything. This is one thing I'm really good at, so I am definitely not going to let him win.

"Can you let me win one time? You've won five or six games."

"I am literary going easy one you,"

"No!" he groaned at the screen when he saw my Princess Peach cross the finish line. I couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"You need more practice, Nick. Maybe I can give you some tips," I teased, reveling in the playful banter. It was one area where I knew I could outshine the rugby star.

He pouted, "I don't need tips. I just need a fair chance." The adorable pout he sported was enough to make anyone's heart melt.

"I think this is just Karma kicking you in the ass; you can't be good at everything," I said sarcastically, while grabbing a little popcorn.

He nodded in agreement, "No, you're exactly right. You're just good at everything," he admitted.

"No, I'm not," I chuckled. But there was something in the way he looked at me, and it's been happening a lot lately. I can't quite figure out why he has this knack for making me feel this way. It's as if a single glance from him is all it takes to turn me into a bundle of nerves.

"You are. You're a proper little nerd. And you don't even know it."

"I am not!" I protested, playfully nudging him.

"Let's see. You're good at video games. Literally all school subjects, but especially math's. Amazing at photography. Befriending dogs, and you are good a sports manager. Like I have never seen our gear so clean before-"

"Shut up!" I interrupted in a playful groan, feeling warm flush spread across my cheeks. Covering his mouth, while pushing him onto the bed. It seems this was the only way of shutting him up.

"You know it's true," he mumbled from beneath my hand, a blush coloring his cheeks. "Get off me. Seriously, get off," he added with a laugh, the room filled with our shared laughter.

The laughter quickly faded, leaving a lingering warmth between us. I don’t understand this feeling, I have never felt this way before. Our eyes were saying one thing, but our bodies were saying another. In that stillness, I became aware of the soft sound of snow falling outside.

"Oh, my god" I was star-stuck looking out the window.

His eyes followed mine, and as he turned to the window, a quiet gasp escaped his lips.

"It's snowing."

We just look at each other we didn't have to say anything, we jumped up from the bed, rushing down the stairs putting our coats on. The air was charged with anticipation, I was on the brink of witnessing snow for the very first time in my fifteen years. Nick handing me a hoodie in the process.

I shook my head refusing the offer, but he only shoved it back in my face,

"You were freezing when I first saw you this morning," he chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. But he wasn't taking no for an answer.

I couldn't help but laugh, realizing he had a point. Gratefully accepting the hoodie, I slipped it on, feeling the warmth envelop me trying to ignore his overwhelming scent.

"It's a bit big," you said, glancing at the blue fabric draping down to my knees.

"It looks good on you," he said breathlessly, he was looking directly at me. Two compliments in one day, that was definitely something.

It was absolutely beautiful outside, the cold didn't bother me as much as before, it may or may not have something to do with the hoodie I was wearing.

Nick wasted no time sticking his tongue out to catch the tiny snowflakes. His cheeks had a rosy flush, and there was something about the way the light hit his hair, making it look a bit browner. He looked marvelous.

Caught staring, I locked eyes with him, and there was a fleeting smile on his face. Before I could fully process it, he playfully threw a whole snowball at me, leaving me in disbelief. I hurriedly made a makeshift snowball. It instantly became a snowball fight.

For a moment, just a moment everything seemed perfect, the way he laughed when Nellie was eating the snow. To when he brushed the snow off my hair. The way he took pictures of me when I made snow angles. When he laid beside me all I did was listen to him talk any and everything.

It was just perfect.

I couldn't shake the knot in my stomach, and suddenly, those stolen glances and shared moments held a new weight. When he looks at me, it's like he's seeing something beyond the surface. There's this intensity in his gaze, and I can't help but admire the way he looks at me. The way his eyes light up when he smiles, the little expressions that make him uniquely him. The realization hit me -

I have a crush on Nick Nelson

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"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Ellie snapped her fingers in front of my face, trying to grab my attention. My eyes, however, were glued to the three little bubbles dancing across my screen, eagerly awaiting Nick's response.

Ellie couldn't resist taking a peek at my screen, and a knowing smirk crept onto her face as she shook her head. "Oh, I see what's got you all distracted now."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening," I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from the screen to meet Ellie's amused gaze.

She chuckled, leaning back in her chair. "Nick, huh? The mystery guy who's got you glued to your phone?"

Blushing, I tried to downplay it. "We're just chatting, you know, about random stuff."

"Random stuff, right," Ellie teased, wiggling her eyebrows. "I've seen that look before. You've got the 'crush glow' all over your face."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. "Oh, come on. It's not like that. We're just friends."

Eyebrow raised; Ellie smirked. "Friends who text 24/7, interesting definition of friendship."

I sighed, realizing she saw through my attempt at nonchalance. "Okay, fine. Maybe there's a tiny crush. But seriously, don't make it a big deal."

Glancing out the window, I spotted Nick chatting with a pretty girl that I always seen around school. They were standing so close, and her laughter reached my ears even through the closed window. My heart sank as I watched them share a moment. She was effortlessly charming and ever so pretty, and the way Nick's eyes lit up in response made my stomach churn. It felt like they were in their own bubble, leaving me on the outside looking in.

Ellie looked at me and she frowned and nudged me gently. "Y/N, what's going on? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

I forced a weak smile, attempting to mask the turmoil inside. "Oh, nothing. Just caught up in my thoughts, you know?"

But Ellie wasn't buying it. She followed my gaze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene outside. "Oh...that's Imogen. That's one of Nick's close friends,"

"Oh, really?" I tried to sound casual, but I could feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Just a friend, huh?"

Ellie shot me a knowing look, her eyebrows raised. "Y/N, are you getting jealous?"

"What? No!" I protested a bit too quickly, my cheeks heating up. "I mean, why would I be jealous? We're just friends, like I said."

Ellie chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "Sure, just friends. a friend who you have a crush on."

I rolled my eyes, attempting to change the subject. "Let's focus on something else. What were you saying before about our plans for the weekend?"

Ellie raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting me off the hook that easily. "Smooth transition, but we'll get back to this later. Anyway, I was thinking we could do a little movie night at Tao's. We can bring some snacks, binge-watch our favorite films, and just unwind."

"Yeah, that sounds great," I replied, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. "Movies and snacks sound like the perfect distraction."

As we continued discussing our weekend plans, my mind kept drifting back to Nick and Imogen. I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more between them. Were they just friends, or was there a deeper connection? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I found myself absentmindedly scrolling through our previous texts.

The guys were practicing for an upcoming match, and I was just here cleaning the Rugby they have already gotten so dirty after a couple of throws. Occasionally, Nick would glance over in my direction, offering a reassuring smile or a quick wave.

"I can't believe they have cleaning rugby balls. Doing the dirty work while we get all the glory?" Charlie teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I chuckled, playfully swatting at him. "Someone's got to keep these in top-notch condition. Can't have you all playing with muddy balls, can we?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Speaking of action, I noticed I haven't been seeing you lately. Any particular reason?"

I hesitated for a moment, debating how much to reveal. Finally, I decided to open up to Charlie, knowing he'd always knows what to do. "Well, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You know, get some 'guy advice.'"

"I think I am the worse person to give 'guy advice'. especially now" Charlie looked down the ground.

Noticing the sadness in his eyes, I joked around with him "Oh come on, Charlie, don't be so hard on yourself. You're my go-to guy for advice, whether you like it or not."

He managed a small grin, "Alright, shoot. What do you need from my services this time?"

I sighed, glancing back at Nick on the field, his focused demeanor contrasting with the playful banter of the other players. "It's just... things have been different lately. We've been hanging out more, texting, you know, normal friend stuff. But I can't help but feel there's something more."

Charlie looked worried as soon as I brought up Nick's name, "Of course this is about Nick Nelson,"

I nodded, "Yeah, it is. I mean, we're friends, but there are these moments, these looks, and it makes me wonder if there's something more. And then today- I don't know... it just hit me differently."

Charlie glanced around to ensure no one was eavesdropping before he spoke. "Look, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but there's something I think you should know."

My heart sank a little, and I furrowed my brows in concern. "What is it, Charlie? You're making me nervous."

He took a deep breath before continuing "Okay so Tao told me to tell you that-

"Wait why couldn't Tao just tell me himself?"

Charlie looked a little uneasy "Because Tao is Tao"

Great he still doesn't like me.

I shook my head, urging Charlie to continue. "Tell me what Tao said."

He took a deep breath before continuing, "Tao found out from a friend who is also friends with Nick, and he said that Nick is single. But he is super interested in this girl that was originally from the all-girls school."

I swallowed the lead in my throat "What girl,"

Charlie sighed looking out onto the field "Her name's Tara Jones,"

My heart sank as Charlie dropped the bomb about Nick's interest in Tara Jones. Her name replayed in my mind like an annoying song on repeat. I couldn't shake off the blame creeping in why did I let myself get attached? Was I just too naive, thinking there could be more between us?

Nick's wave from the field added salt to the wound. I managed a feeble smile and a wave back, but inside, it felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Watching him, I questioned every shared laugh and conversation we had. Were they all just leading up to this moment where he'd be drawn to someone else?

The game raged on in the background, but my world stood still in that painful moment of realization. The cheers from the crowd turned into distant echoes, drowned out by the pounding of my heart, echoing the rhythm of disappointment.

How can I be so stupid.

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She was so beautiful, and I could see why Nick might be into her. Browsing through her social media, her confidence and elegance just stood out. It's something I feel like I lack. Her dark skin had this warm, rich tone that glowed in every photo. The more I looked, the more I found myself comparing. It made me question if I could ever match up to someone like her in Nick's eyes. The more I scrolled, the more I felt like an outsider peeking into a world that seemed so different from mine.

"See, I told you," Tao said, peering over my shoulder. Charlie shot him an annoyed look.

"Tao, come on, give it a rest. This doesn't necessarily mean anything," Charlie snapped.

"Like hell it doesn't," Tao retorted. I deeply sighed; their bickering wasn't making the situation any better. Isaac looked at me with a hint of concern.

"We don't even know if she actually likes Nick back," Isaac chimed in, attempting to offer some comfort.

Charlie scoffed, "I'm the one stuck seeing them in class every day, and trust me, it's nauseating. Believe me, he's into you," he added, shooting me a look.

Tao, fixing his gaze on Isaac, cautioned, "I've warned you about fueling romantic fantasies that just won't happen. Life isn't a romance novel, you know." ignoring Charlie reassurance.

"But I want to believe in romance." Isaac wined still looking hopeful. Our heads turned to the door when Ellie came in, Isaac immediately jumped at the chance "Ellie! So, there's this girl at school who Nick's got a crush on?"

"We've heard from multiple sources" Tao cut in, but Isaac completed ignored him "We don't know if they're a thing. Can you talk to her? Since she is in your year"

Isaac's hopeful gaze shifted to Ellie, who raised an eyebrow at his enthusiasm. "Whoa, slow down. First, spill the tea. Who's this mystery girl Nick's into?" Ellie said, playing dumb while glancing at me to check if it was Imogen we were talking about. I just quietly shook my head no

Tao chimed in, "Her name's Tara Jones. She was originally from the all-girls school."

Ellie crossed her arms, processing the information definitely wasn't expecting that. "Tara Jones? She's a sweetheart, I don't know Tara that well. I can just go up to her and ask who she fancies. And I'm, too busy being the cool, mysterious new girl, who everyone wants to hang out with."

Isaac quickly jumped back into the conversation, seizing the opportunity. "We just want to know if there's something going on between her and Nick. You know, for Y/N's peace of mind."

"I'm fine. It's honestly fine. I'm just being an idiot and overthinking things," This whole thing has been stressing me out, more than I realize. It's probably best if I cut my losses now before I get more attached.

Ellie gave me a sympathetic glance rolling her eyes while she sighed "Well, I can try to find out, but no promises, only if I get a chance I'll ask her,"

I flashed her a thankful smile, and Isaac promptly leaped into Ellie's arms. Sometimes, I forget how much of a hopeless romantic he is. Charlie joined in, gesturing for me to join them. Gratefully, I embraced the warmth of the hug. I realized I wouldn't know where I'd be without them.

Tao sat there, glaring, watching the scene.

The next school day rolled around, and I made a quick stop at the boys' locker room to check on inventory, making sure to steer clear of any awkward encounters, especially with Nick Nelson. Luckily, I managed to avoid any unexpected run-ins. However, as I strolled to my next class, it hit me that I'd be sharing a class with him soon. The knot in my stomach tightened, and a sense of unease settled in, a reminder of the events from the day before.

Waving at Charlie as I eased into my seat, a jumble of nerves hit me hard. Concentrating seemed like an impossible task, with my thoughts entirely hijacked by the looming encounter with Nick. What in the world was I even going to say to him, if I mustered the courage to say anything at all? The classroom blurred as my mind grappled with racing thoughts.

"Y/N?" he said, staring right at me with worried eyes.

Finally returning back to earth, I mumbled, "What?"

"You just spaced out," he observed.

Not knowing what to say, I managed a simple "Oh," fiddling with my blue pen, which oddly seemed to help with my nerves. Nick, sensing the habit, scooted closer to me. I swear I could feel his body warmth.

"What's up?" he said, looking directly at me. "I can tell when something's on your mind," he added in a hush, leaning even more closely.

Gosh, I hate the way he makes me feel. The way I act around him is ridiculous. I hate that every time he gets close, my heart races, every touch, every feeling. I hate all of it!

Why does he make me feel this way?

"Do you...Do you want to come to my house later?" I blurted out, causing for Charlie to peek over at me with panic eyes screaming What the hell are you doing!

He looked surprised, but all he can do is smile.

Mom is not going to be here until super late, so I can have the house all to myself. I cleaned from top to bottom of house, throwing all the boxes away and tightening up everything was squared away.

Hearing a knock at the door, it was him standing at my door smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey"

Opening the door for him, "Hey,"

"So, how does this work?" he asked hesitantly, glancing around the room as if unsure of what to capture with my old Canon. The way he held the camera was so awkward, it brought a smile to my face.

Figuring it was a fair trade after all the rugby lessons, I decided to teach Nick a thing or two about photography.

"You can take a picture of anything you like, really. It could be something beautiful, something that grabs your attention, or simply anything that intrigues you," I explained, observing him furrow his brows while peering through the viewfinder.

"Anything?" he asked, seeking confirmation.

I nodded, a spark of enthusiasm lighting up my eyes. "Exactly! That's the beauty of it. Photography allows you to freeze a moment in time, to capture something you love, like, or find amusing. It's incredible how a single image can encapsulate so much emotion, tell a story, or even memories."

Nick listened attentively, his curiosity evident. I continued, "You see, every photo has a story behind it. It's a way of preserving feelings, experiences, and moments that might otherwise fade away. You get to share your perspective with others through the lens, allowing them to see the world through your eyes."

As I spoke, I could see Nick growing more intrigued, absorbing the idea of photography beyond just pressing a button. "Give it a try," I encouraged, "Capture something that stands out to you, something you'd want to remember."

Right as I looked back at Nick, I noticed that fuck, he was looking directly at me. His eyes looked into mine and there it was again, that knot in my stomach. I didn't know what to do, I had completely froze. His eyes seemed different though-

Feeling a buzz in my pocket, I checked my phone. It was a message from my mom, letting me know she wouldn't be home until midnight and that there was lasagna in the fridge. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, knowing I wouldn't have to explain having a boy in my room when she returned.

Hearing a click, I turned to Nick, curious about what had caught his attention through the lens of my camera. "What did you take a picture of?" I asked.

"Just something that I thought was beautiful," Nick replied with a soft smile, his eyes lingering on mine. Raising my eyebrows confused but also curious. He didn't say anything at all, other than putting the camera down.

"Want to watch a movie?" he suggested,

"Already one step ahead of you," I grinned, pulling out one of my favorite Marvel movies.

We settled into the living room couch, time passes by, and my eyelids begin to grow heavy. Waking up to see the credits rolling I quickly sat up. I completely sleep through the whole entire movie.

Looking out the window, it was dark outside, looking at Nick he seemed to be tensed.

"I feel asleep, didn't I?" I chuckled.

Nick's lips curved into a gentle smile, "Yeah, you did. Must have been a comfortable couch."

I stretched my arms, attempting to shake off the drowsiness. "Sorry about that. I guess I needed the nap."

Nick shrugged, "No problem. You looked peaceful."

We sat quietly, the feel of the movie night still in the air. Even with the unexpected nap, the evening felt calm.

"I should probably head home," Nick said, glancing at the time. "It's getting late."

As he stood up, I walked him to the door. Opening it without caring about the cold air seeping in, the night possessed a certain calmness, and the air held a subtle tension, like the moment before something shifts.

"Thanks for inviting me over," Nick said, and for a moment, our eyes met in a way that spoke volumes, yet said nothing at all.

"I wish that you didn't have to go," I admitted, feeling the weight of the night settling in.

"I wish I didn't either," Nick confessed, a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"You look so cuddly like that," he added, his gaze lingering on my knitted sweater.

My eyes softened, and a playful grin tugged at the corners of my lips. "You think so?"

He nodded, smiling back at me. "Yeah, like a giant teddy bear."

I chuckled, feeling a warmth spreading through me that had nothing to do with the sweater. "Well, I guess I'll take that as a compliment."

Nick's cheeks turned a shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin on his face "It's meant to be one," he replied, and we stood there for a moment, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, if I didn't have early morning practice, I might consider staying longer."

I felt a subtle warmth spreading through me. The casual banter, the shared laughter it all felt so easy and right. Yet, there was an unspoken tension, a magnetic pull that lingered between us.

"I guess I'll see you around," Nick said, but he didn't make a move to the open door; it looked like he wanted to say something else he just couldn't find the words.

As he stepped closer, the air between us seemed to shift, and before I knew it, he pulled me into a gentle hug.

Vanilla. Smoke. and Musk

I slowly wrapped my arms around, wanting to not let go, but he quickly pulled away, backing towards the door.

"Um… catch you on Monday," he mumbled, clearing his throat, his gaze fixed anywhere but on me. He melted into the night, leaving me standing there, gaping at the door, with a whirlwind of thoughts spinning through my mind.

Charlie casually peeked around the side of the door, and from the look on his face, it was clear he caught the whole thing.

"Still questioning if he's into you?" Charlie asked, shooting me a knowing look.

#nick nelson x y/n #nick nelson x reader #nick nelson x fem!reader #nick nelson x blackreader #nick nelson fanfic #kit connor #heartstopper #charlie spring #black!fem!reader #black reader #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper fandom #heartstopper fanfic

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Episode 9

Let's give Simon an earlier realization of the problems in his relationship. Let's dedicate episode 9 to Simon coming to terms with those problems instead of literally spoonfeeding it to him in one episode. So let's say Simon goes into episode 9, taking Fionna's comments about Betty to heart, and so we revise the Betty scenes.

Fionna and Cake have their nightmare and return to their world like in the show. But when we cut back to Simon...

We see the Scarab wakes up before Simon in that endless void. He sees Simon fully unconscious and he rushes to him. But before he can end him, he looks up and freezes in place. The camera never shows what he sees but he yells at whoever to stay out of it. He tries to finish his job but inexplicably, he turns into tiny bug versions every single time he tries to hurt Simon. Until finally he skitters into Simon's world to escape whatever keeps thwarting him.

Zoom in on Simon's face. Eyes twitch almost as if their fluttering open. Smash cut.

A bus stop. Simon blinks and sees himself standing before Betty, her letter clutched in his hand.

Simon does the same thing he did in the show, he offers to go with her. Then he realize this isn't how it went. And Betty smiles. The world slowly dissolves to the black space. Tetris shapes begin to fill the void.

"Hi Betty, long time no see. It seems I haven't been fair to you. I kept looking to you like you're supposed to be everything. But being someone's whole world is… exhausting." Simon laughs wryly as he scratches his head with the back giving off a telltale sparkle. " I shouldn't have put that on you. And I should have noticed all that you were doing for me…"

Simon begins to transform from his professor looks to his post apocalyptic looks.

"You remain the great love of my life. Nothing can change that. But... we've changed, haven't we?"

Betty in turn begins to change, first into Simon's fiance then into Magic Betty.

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake desperately fighting for their lives.

"It was a long road to get here. And I have found more people to love."

Simon cycles into Ice King before finally transforming into his present self.

"And I should be so lucky that they love me back. I can't... I can't just leave them like this. I'm a sad old man that kept looking for lost things and missing the stuff right in front of his face. I want to do better, Betty. I have to."

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake again.

And Betty makes her final transformation into Golb. Simon finds himself standing in front of her in all her new glory. He feels his pocket buzzing and he realizes that they're in trouble.

"No, no, no. What was all that for? If I just keep going back?" He eyes the Crown before tossing it at Betty. "There has to be another way. I'm not done yet."

Betty's eyes lift up. She pulls out Fionna and Cake's world as in the show.

"Oh. Always rescuing me, even now..." Simon is more than a little bitter. But he takes the world and he gives it to Fionna.

Smash cut to Fionna and Cake as in show.

After, Simon looks up at Betty. The faint image of their past selves lurk over their shoulders as the same moment a thousand years apart repeats itself. With Simon looking up as Betty readies herself to leave.

"I can't do much for you now. But I will tell you what I should have told you then. Thank you for everything. If only I could come with you where you're going but since I can't... Then I hope you find your happiness wherever you go... Goodbye, Betty."

And then Betty does as she does in the show. Episode 9 ends with Simon in the flower field.

Episode 10 is a flashback to present Ooo. In the time since Simon's departure, his family and friends have worked themselves up, crazy with worry. It's a comedy of errors as each callback character comes up with worse and worse ideas to find Simon. Until mid episode Simon comes back to his house with a crown - a flower crown.

"Hey gang... uh... what's going on? are we having a party? ... At my house? Without telling me?"

"SIMON!"

Cue dogpile.

Cue epilogue.

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty grof #fionna and cake spoilers

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colgatebluemintygel · 2 months

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Pls tell me about oao for the wip ask game

HELLOOO EL my beloved mutual ... oao well.. it's just this silly little thing that i've been working for er ... nearly 2 years 😇 hehe allow me to share some lil deleted snippets with you <3333

from: tuscany part one

Sirius suddenly feels sad and furious all at once. He’s sad that this is a side of Regulus that he’s not allowed to see anymore. He’s furious at Regulus for maintaining this inexplicable distance that seems to have developed between them. Where had everything gone so wrong? Sirius doesn’t even want to answer that question. Where hadn’t it? At some point, they’d stopped talking to each other; Sirius self-destructed and tore through that house like a comet. Regulus retreated so far into himself that Sirius is certain that he left a part of himself behind in that house. Sirius doesn’t blame him. Sometimes he feels the same; that he’s permanently lost a vital part of himself. Perhaps that’s why Sirius is so desperate for love; to feel loved. To feel wanted. To fill the void he feels inside himself. To fill the gaping wound inside himself. And, if Sirius is honest with himself, he’s jealous. He’s horribly, dangerously jealous: he’s jealous that Regulus, who grew up in the same loveless environment as him, has found not just one but two people to spend his life with. Sirius couldn’t even hold down one. And if he’s honest with himself, what Alphard had said the day before had been completely right: the love had long worn off between him and Emmeline. He’d clung to her like a raft. The fear of being alone was worse than whatever hadn’t been working between them.

from: tuscany part two

Sirius remembers the way that Walburga’s face would ripple and contort, her mouth a tight, white line as she’d say, ‘Regulus is a good child, quiet. Not like you were.’ Her comments always perplexed Sirius. he doesn’t remember himself ever making much noise at all. In fact, most of Sirius’s childhood memories involve him trying to take up as little space as possible. He remembers the time that they passed Hamleys and he got a bit teary-eyed because Walburga always refused to let him go inside. He remembers her eyes flaring like quicksilver and the tight grasp of her hand around his wrist as she led him to a nearby restaurant bathroom. He remembers how the lemongrass soap had burned on his tongue for hours afterwards. He’s never liked lemon, since. He has plenty of other memories just like it, accompanied by all the others that he tries his best to forget. Even now, Regulus will make the odd comment about how Sirius rebelled, in ways both small and large, quiet and loud. Sirius doesn’t remember those moments. What he does remember is trying to make himself so small, so quiet and insignificant, that he constantly felt like he was bursting at the seams. Sirius remembers trying so hard, all the time. Regulus remembers Sirius not trying at all. He’s always found it strange how people remember the same events. He wonders how it felt when he was even younger and didn’t know any better than to throw himself down on the ground and scream. Sirius wonders if he’s ever really, truly screamed. He feels like he’s stuck there, sometimes. Stuck in that limbo, that precipice, between a child who screams because they don’t know better, and a child who no longer needs to scream because they’ve learnt how to process their emotions in other ways. Yet, Sirius doesn’t scream, and he doesn’t throw a tantrum. Instead, he slouches back in his seat and stares out the window.

from: berlin??? i think..

The pieces start to slot into place. He remembers their uni years, and how Remus would disappear every night for a few hours, always to reappear looking pink cheeked and messy haired. Even when their lives started to become more separate, their flats scattered across different London boroughs, Remus would always find his way back to Sirius’s flat at the end of the night. He remembers Emmeline the first few times it happened, face drawn and tired, answering the door at 4 am. “It’s Remus,” she’d say, tired and annoyed. “Isn’t there somewhere else he can stay? He has his own flat—“ Then, after the twentieth, fiftieth time, nothing. Remus would always be gone in the morning. They never talked about it. It never struck Sirius as odd until now.

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rosze-v · 1 year

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a softness only he holds

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

synopsis: And it feels like the end and the start of a movie I’ve seen before

tags: HEAVY ANGST, written in 1st person pov, soft Bakugou, inspired by the song, ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine, descriptive kissing, honestly idk what to tag but this is quite heavy and it’s very sad

w.c : 1.2k

a/n: Halu! Oh gosh, this… this is sad. I was crying when I wrote this because somehow, it feels too close yknow. I hope this writing, though sad, soothes a part of you that loves Bakugou. Katsuki is really special to me and maybe that’s why I chose him for this piece. Anyways, please take care of yourself, if there’s anything going on, make sure you don’t hold it by yourself. I love you.

Eyes blinking at the grainy ceilings as I stretched my hand upwards, trying to reach it. It’s a never-ending reach, it’s like the ceiling is too far and I can’t ever seem to reach it. With a sigh, I took my hand back into my chest, and curled myself in. There is a deep emptiness in me, words ghosting on my lips. These things crept through my skin, like goosebumps crawling but instead it’s something more inexplicable. In my emptiness, my eyes fluttered, heaviness lay on my bottom lashes as a single tear glide down, staining the sheets beneath me; I closed my eyes.

“My love why are you crying?”. I jolted from the voice beside me, as clear and as loud, my head snapped up from my curled position. My eyes met Bakugou Katsuki who’s back was against the head board; his eyes behind those glasses stared at me with a softness. Upon seeing my terrified and confused look, he took off his glasses and places it and the book on his hand on top of my side table.

“Bakugou?”. I whispered, and the blonde’s face contorts, somewhat insulted by something as he reaches forward, brushing his hand on my damp cheeks. I steeled from the touch, trying to understand what’s happening. Sadness washes over his face, unsure on what to do as he retracts his hands back.

“Did I do something wrong? Why are you calling me by my goddamn family name?”.

“Why are you on my bed? No—How could you be on my bed? You don’t exi—”.

“Aha! I knew it!”. Bakugou said, as he approaches me again, his hands held onto my arms. Gently, he pulled me to his body, hugging me tight, my head on his chest.

And maybe that’s the explanation, maybe I did have a bad dream. A dream that was horrible and dark and empty, lonely. It has to be a bad dream because this feels so real. Skin meeting skin, a heartbeat drumming against a hard chest and the subtle caramel scent reaching my nose. He feels too alive.

Yes, that must be it.

So, I chuckled, pushing myself up while I place myself on his lap. I gaze at him; I could see everything. His red eyes, and his thick lashes, I held out my hand, letting it touch the side of his face. The stubbles on his cheek pricks my skin, Katsuki, my Katsuki. I couldn’t help but stare at him shamelessly, stare into my heaven on earth, his being held in my palm.

Katsuki smile at me tenderly, as he places both his hand on my waist. “Don’t look at me like that”.

“Like what love”.

“Like there’s an impending something”. I shake my head, touching his forehead with mine as my thumb mindlessly caress his cheek. With a fulfilled sigh, I went back to his chest, wanting to hear that heartbeat again. He took a hand, holding up and kissing the palm, his other hand tracing patterns on my waist. Katsuki held me tight into him, his chest vibrates from his humming and I want to savor this moment. The man would never understand how fulfilling his presence is. The emptiness I felt before gone, filled with the love he poured endlessly. I looked up from his chest, and I could clearly see his stubbles and I poke it again, and I could feel it, again. Katsuki looks down and smile softly. I held his face and kisses his chin.

And of course, my lips touched skin. “I love you Katsuki”. He hums again, as I pull myself up and come face to face with him. I trace his eyebrows as his eyes flutter close. His nose, high and strong and his cheeks, though chiseled, there’s a softness to it, as I pinch it and red eyes glared at me. I place a soft kiss on his nose, telling him sorry; a dumb smile on my face. Then I place a thumb on his lips, soft, hot under my finger and real.

“Kiss me”. He said hushed, and I obliged. I lean forward as he places a hand on my cheek. And it feels real, it must. His lips met mine, and it feels pillowy, a softness one could only feel through meeting a lover’s lips, and with his I could feel softness incomparable, and deep, careful love.

I could feel myself melting into him, as I deepen the kiss, eyes closed. I could feel his tongue parting my lips, and when mine touches his, it was another kind of softness that I think only he holds. My body heating up with our proximity and after what feels like heaven, he unlatches his lips; both of us trying to catch our breath. In this moment, I knew this is where I belong. In the arms of him, melting into him, heart filled with him. An urge burns in me, a love I never thought exist within me, a love concealed by hatred I indulged and this love had saved me. Katsuki saved me from an impending something.

“I love you Katsuki”. He watches me, sorrow evident in his face and I am puzzled.

“I love you too… but I’m sorry”.

“Why are you sorry Katsuki?”. He shook his head, holding me close to his chest once again. His grip was tight, as if I will float away and instinctively, I held on, letting myself hear. Thump, Thump, Thump.

“I am so sorry my love”.

No, of course not.

I look up again from his chest and he was already looking down at me. His eyes watering as I reach up, wiping away the strayed tear. There’s a bittersweet smile etched on his face and I knew, but I didn’t want to believe.

Please no.

“Please Katsuki…please, don’t.” Despair and hopelessness brimming through my eyes, as I fist his shirt. Please, please, God, please let me stay, please. He’s my happiness, a torch, the sun, the life, a reason, everything, my everything.

“You’re…”. I shook my head, urging him to stop but he continues. “You’re okay… You will be, and maybe… one day—nevermind”.

“One day what Katsuki?”. He could only smile at me, and I opened my eyes wide, making sure I’m seeing this, printing it in my memories because I knew. He left a long and deep kiss on my forehead, wiping the tears of my face; but it’s useless. I am already sobbing and the burn on my chest had gone beyond pain. He kissed me again, the softness I knew leaving me and I tried my best to feel it. The smell, the touch, him, Katsuki, I’ll remember him.

And my eyes fluttered open, staring deep into the beige ceiling. My lips tremble, as I slowly glance to my side, please let it not be a dream, and it is. My lover; the only salvation from this life stayed in my dreams, and I woke up to gaze in this wretched world again. A world without him and his softness. A sob left my lips and I quickly clasp my mouth shut, the other clutching, clawing my chest.

“But it’s not real, and you don’t exist”.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugou angst #bakugou katsuki angst #katsuki bakugou angst #boku no hero academia #bnha angst #boku no hero academia angst #bnha fic #mha #my hero academia #mha angst #ceilings by lizzy mcalpine #rsz.w

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yournameloveskpop · 4 months

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Soulmates

Paring: Hueningkai x Reader

Summery: Hueningkai has a strange heart on his wrist. He doesn’t know how it got there but recently he’s been getting mood swings that were not his own, getting bruises for no reason etc. That’s when he meets Y/N who works at the cafe that txt walk into one day.

Word Count: 1066

Style: Fluff, SFW, Romance, Friendship

Soulmates have always been marked by mystical signs, and for Hueningkai, this concept was about to become a reality in the most unexpected way.

Lately, Hueningkai had been experiencing strange sensations. Some days he woke up with an inexplicable joy, while other times he was overwhelmed by a sudden sadness. What puzzled him the most was the heart-shaped mark that appeared on his wrist, accompanied by occasional bruises.

TXT members noticed the changes in Hueningkai. "Hyung, what's happening to you? You seem different these days," Taehyun asked with concern.

"I don't know," Hueningkai replied, genuinely perplexed. "It's like I'm riding an emotional rollercoaster, and I have no idea why."

During a break, the boys decided to visit a café. The girl who served them was cheerful and radiated positivity, much like Hueningkai's mood that day. "Welcome! What can I get for you?" she greeted with a bright smile.

As they placed their orders, Soobin noticed a heart-shaped mark on the girl's wrist, identical to Hueningkai's. He found it intriguing but chose not to mention it.

After receiving their drinks, they sat at a table near the counter. "Did you guys notice how pretty the girl who served us is?" Yeonjun commented as they settled in.

"Yeah, she seems really nice too," Hueningkai added, feeling inexplicably connected to her.

About twenty minutes passed, and the atmosphere in the café was pleasant. Then, suddenly, the girl cut her hand while slicing something. She winced in pain, and at that very moment, Hueningkai felt a sharp sting in his hand.

"Ouch!" Hueningkai exclaimed, clutching his hand.

"What happened?" Beomgyu asked, alarmed.

Hueningkai looked down to see a red mark forming on his hand, exactly where the girl had cut herself.

Soobin, who had been observing everything, spoke up, "Guys, I think there's something supernatural going on here. Look at Hueningkai's hand and remember the girl's wrist."

The realization dawned on them. They were witnessing a connection that went beyond mere coincidence.

"Could it be that we're... soulmates?" Hueningkai pondered aloud, his heart racing at the thought.

As the girl returned to the counter after patching up her wound, Hueningkai knew he had to speak to her. Gathering his courage, he approached her.

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice your wrist," he started, showing her his own. "I have the same mark, and I just felt the pain when you cut your hand. Do you think...?"

The girl's eyes widened in realization. "You felt that? I've been having these weird feelings too. Happy one day, sad the next, and this mark appeared out of nowhere."

"It's like we're connected," Hueningkai said, amazed.

They talked more, sharing their experiences and feelings, and it became clear that they were indeed soulmates, connected by an invisible bond that mirrored each other's emotions and physical sensations.

TXT members watched in awe, witnessing the unfolding of a love story that was as magical as it was real.

"So, what's your name?" Hueningkai finally asked.

"Y/N," she replied with a smile that lit up her entire face.

The members of TXT watched with a mix of amazement and amusement as Hueningkai and Y/N chatted. It was as if they had known each other for years, their conversation flowing smoothly and naturally.

"Here, let me give you my number," Hueningkai said, taking out his phone. His fingers fumbled a bit, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Y/N, noticing his shyness, couldn't help but feel a similar bashfulness. "Thank you, I'd love to stay in touch," she replied, her voice soft but filled with excitement as she entered her number into his phone.

As they exchanged phones to save each other's contact information, Soobin leaned over to Taehyun, whispering, "Have you ever seen Hueningkai this nervous?"

Taehyun chuckled, "Nope, this is definitely a first. It's kind of cute, isn't it?"

Their conversation was filled with light-hearted banter and getting-to-know-you questions. "So, what's it like working at a café?" Hueningkai asked, genuinely interested.

"It's fun most days. Meeting new people, making coffee. It's busy, but I like it," Y/N explained, her eyes lighting up as she talked about her job.

Hueningkai nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "That sounds really cool. I love coffee but have never tried making it professionally."

"Maybe I can show you how to make a perfect cup someday," Y/N suggested with a smile.

"I'd like that," Hueningkai replied, his heart skipping a beat.

Finally, realizing that he had been away from his group for a while, Hueningkai said, "I should probably get back to my friends."

"Yeah, of course. It was really nice talking to you, Hueningkai," Y/N said, a bit reluctantly.

"The pleasure was all mine, Y/N. We'll talk soon?" he asked, hopeful.

"Definitely," she affirmed with a smile that mirrored his own.

As Hueningkai walked back to his group, he couldn't resist turning around for one last glance at Y/N. She caught his look and returned it with a bright smile that warmed his heart.

Once the boys left the café, Y/N's co-worker, who had been watching the exchange, came over to her, eyes wide with disbelief. "Y/N, you just talked to Hueningkai from TXT like it was nothing! How are you not freaking out right now?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling a residual warmth in her chest. "I don't know, it just felt natural, I guess. He's really nice."

Her co-worker shook her head in awe. "Well, I'd be a stuttering mess. You've got some serious coolness, Y/N."

Y/N smiled to herself, thinking about Hueningkai. "Yeah, he's different," she mused, her heart still fluttering from their encounter.

Meanwhile, as TXT walked down the street, the members were teasing Hueningkai.

"So, when's the wedding?" Yeonjun joked, nudging Hueningkai playfully.

"Stop it, guys," Hueningkai protested, but his smile betrayed his embarrassment and joy.

"Ah, our little Hueningkai is all grown up," Taehyun added, laughing along with the others.

"Let's just say, I'm looking forward to our next café visit," Hueningkai said, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

The boys laughed and continued their walk, talking and joking, but Hueningkai's mind was still back at the café, with Y/N and the unexpected connection they had discovered.

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klaasje · 7 months

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plz share your miku essay 👀

DISCLAIMER. this was written in the throes of 2020 lockdown fever and it shows lol

THE GIRL WHO’LL LIVE FOREVER

until tonight, i didn’t know hatsune miku wasn’t real. my hazy assumption was that someone ‘played’ hatsune miku in the same way that mark ruffalo plays the hulk - i thought there was an actress out there who provided the basis for her body and voice. i was right about one of these things, but only accidentally, and remarkably wrong about the rest of it. i am writing this because a) i have literally nothing else to do and b) because i thought the rabbit hole i just fell down was really cool! cool, strange, fascinating, and also kind of sad. anyway. close your eyes and pretend it’s 2007:

yamaha’s vocaloid software is grounded in the concept of ‘voices’. there’s the VOCALOID program itself, the act of writing music that can be played by a machine, and then there are the voices you can use to synthesise it. in 2007, there were 3 voice banks available: a western voice bank named ‘sweet ann’, CV01, and CV02.

CV01 (character voice 1) was developed by crypton media as the first japanese voice bank. character voice 1, as names go, is not particularly appealing - so to increase interest in VOCALOID software and attract a userbase willing to learn it, the team behind CV01 decided to put a name and a face to the voice they’d created. it went, from what can be discerned via google, the wayback machine, and a scattering of translated interviews, something like this: hatsune miku’s voice was based on vocal samples given by saki fujita, a well-established voice actress and living human being. the voice bank itself was built by designer wataru sasuski. her physical appearance, including her iconic outfit and improbably huge aquamarine pigtails, were created by kei garou, a cartoonist and illustrator. everything else was left intentionally as a blank slate - and in the ensuing years, her cult following of fans have risen to the challenge of filling in the gaps. for better or worse.

one of the few canonical facts about hatsune miku is her age. she is, according to her creators, a sixteen year old girl from a distant future where music was forgotten. her outfit reflects this, styled in a fashion reminiscent of seifuku-style school uniforms: skirt, shirt, stockings, and a tie. i did not know there was a specific word for that until just now. anyway - hatsune miku was sixteen in 2007, and she has been sixteen ever since.

i have watched… more than a few vocaloid AMVs tonight! the oldest ones resembled a cross between second life and final fantasy 8 cutscenes - bizarre, rigid avatars performing bizarre, rigid choreography in a number of inexplicable locales, such as endless fields of wheat, a gothic cathedral, and (most memorably), a busted nuclear reactor - but eventually i reached the live recordings, which is where things graduated from funny-weird to weird-weird. the production value, compared to those early videos, was off the charts. the songs, as far as i could tell, were the same. this is often lauded as one of the most unique, inimitable facets of the ‘miku experience’ - her songs are written (and choreographed) by her fans. world is mine, one of her most popular live performances at 8 million hits, started life as one of those stilted, second life-esque animations.

so miku’s songs are written by her fans. hatsune miku, the character, the experience, the mythos - is collectively created by her fans. which begs the question: who are her fans? who created the youtube videos? who has the time, resources, and sheer dedication necessary to create AMVs for an ever-young, ever-pleasant, angel-voiced teenager, with a sylphlike body and a skin tight school uniform?

i didn’t make the connection, at first. maybe this was naive of me. while absorbing the first few miku live videos, hearing her babytalk, watching her perform - my initial assumption was that miku audiences would primarily be teenagers (and their grim-faced parents), people who could relate to miku as an aspirational ‘peer’. her dance moves, especially, led me down this route - is fortnite still big with the youth? i’m 22, i have accepted that my days as someone who knows What’s Big With The Youth are behind me, but i still hear vague echoes from time to time. fortnite dances. tiktok. hatsune miku. etc. what was i saying. oh yeah. miku dances with a camera in mind, the way a tiktok influencer dances: effervescent, front-facing, with hand gestures that beg to be imitated. the more i watched her the more i recognised the unnerving, uncanny quality emanating from the stage. i realised where i’d seen it before. we live in a remarkable age of animation: where AAA studios are creating death scenes so realistic they can provoke a trauma response in the people animating them, where a horse’s bollocks will infamously shrink when exposed to pixel snow, and where hatsune miku dances with unerring, flawless fluidity, while the gleaming stage lights fall perfectly on her virtual body.

she looks so at home in 3-dimensional space, especially in the newest videos, it's easy to forget she isn't there. she looks real. like you could touch her. she will never, of course, be real. you will never, of course, touch her. but you can touch her in other ways. you can write songs with her voice and make her dance to them; you can manipulate the movements of her body, every minute bob of her pigtails, puppet her, propel her. is that the appeal? is that why her audiences look the way they do? i am thinking about tabula rasa and whether the miku slate was ever truly blank. it makes me sad. there’s something poignant about the intersection of humanity and technology that vocaloids represent. they were the first crossing of a border that will continue to be crossed for the rest of the 21st century. in a virtual age, with virtual bodies, what constitutes as ‘real’? where, and how, do we draw a line?

to my surprise, there is a miku song i genuinely like: ‘miku’ ft. hatsune miku, by anamanaguchi. the music video strips the avatar away and leaves the voice bare, nothing but the blood and guts of a vocaloid, synthesizers and computers in an empty recording studio - and this nakedness simultaneously dispels and intensifies my discomfort. it reminds me that the miku vocaloid is more than the sum of its parts. despite the controversy surrounding the fanbase who propeled hatsune miku to fame, there is still something undeniably compelling about this. about her. maybe it’s that animal hindbrain piping up, pricking up the hairs on the back of my neck: this is not a human voice. this is something other, something new. the lyrics do not shy from this. miku, miku, what’s it like to be you? followed by, play me, break me, make me feel like superman, you can do anything you want - and, most poignantly, you found me here inside a dream, walk through fire straight to me. fire walk with me. miku’s existence is a lynchian fever dream; and what’s more, in this song, she knows it. i’m not saying hatsune miku and laura palmer need to be compared and contrasted. but i’m also not NOT saying that. i am saying that this song, like every other miku song, is the catchiest song in the world. like it was developed in a lab to be an ear worm. i suppose, in some ways, that’s the point.

#as a reminder to anyone reading this I HAD NOT BEEN OUTSIDE FOR DAYS. i was not SLEEPING. i wass DEPRESSED. i was REWATCHING TWIN PEAKS #ask #anonymous

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yn-uzumaki-hatake · 7 months

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The wind blew softly through the leaves as Hatake Kakashi, the renowned Copy Ninja of Konohagakure, walked down the streets of his beloved village. His mismatched eyes gazed at everything around him with a sense of detachment. Ever since that fateful mission where he had lost his best friend Obito and witnessed Rin's tragic death, Kakashi had become consumed by sorrow.

As he strolled past Ichiraku Ramen, a place that held many memories for him and his team, something caught his attention. A young woman with vibrant (h/c) hair sat alone at one of the tables, her eyes filled with sadness resembling his own.

Curiosity piqued within Kakashi as he approached her table. "Mind if I join you?" he asked quietly, surprising himself with the sudden urge to reach out to someone who seemed just as broken as he was.

She looked up at him, startled but also relieved to have someone to share their pain with. "Go ahead," she replied softly, gesturing towards the empty seat across from her.

They shared silence for a while before Kakashi spoke again, breaking the somber atmosphere that enveloped them both. "I'm sorry if this is too forward, but... what brings you here? You seem troubled."

A glimmer of gratitude flashed in her eyes as she let out a sigh. "It's complicated," she admitted hesitantly. "But... there's something about oranges that always reminds me of happier times."

Kakashi furrowed his brows slightly in confusion but didn't press further. Instead, they engaged in casual conversation—a brief escape from their respective burdens.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months since that initial meeting between Kakashi and Y/N (your name). Their connection grew stronger with each passing day, as they found solace in one another's presence. The bond they shared was unspoken yet palpable.

One evening, Kakashi walked Y/N home after their usual rendezvous at the ramen stand. Along the way, he noticed a faint scent of oranges lingering in the air. It triggered something deep within his heart, an inexplicable feeling that resonated through his entire being.

"Y/N," he began hesitantly, "I've been meaning to ask you... What is it about oranges that holds such significance for you?"

Her eyes filled with melancholy as she took a deep breath. "There's a poem I once heard that captures the essence of my pain," she replied softly. "It's called 'Something In The Orange' my mother wrote it once."

Intrigued, Kakashi listened attentively as Y/N recited some of the poem:

"But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun

Something in the orange tells me we're not done"

The words struck a chord within him. It was as if those words were spoken specifically for their shared sorrow and longing.

Days turned into months once again, and their bond only grew stronger. Kakashi and Y/N became inseparable, supporting each other through their darkest moments and cherishing every stolen moment of happiness together.

However, fate had a cruel way of testing their strength. News reached Konoha that a great war loomed on the horizon—a battle that would determine the future of their world.

Kakashi knew what this meant—he would be called upon to fight alongside his fellow shinobi, risking his life once more. The weight of responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders as he contemplated leaving Y/N behind.

When he finally mustered up the courage to tell her about the mission, tears welled up in her eyes. "Please come back to me," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation and fear.

Kakashi held her close, promising to return no matter what. But deep down, he knew that promises were difficult to keep in times of war.

The night before Kakashi's departure arrived all too quickly. Y/N clung to him tightly, not wanting to let go as if it would somehow keep him safe from harm. She whispered words of love and encouragement, praying for his safe return.

As Kakashi looked into Y/N's tear-filled eyes, he felt a wave of emotions crash over him—love, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of duty. He pressed a gentle kiss onto her forehead before reluctantly pulling away.

"I promise I'll come back," he said softly, his voice laced with both determination and uncertainty.

Y/N smiled through her tears but couldn't shake off the feeling of foreboding that gripped her heart as Kakashi disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Weeks turned into months without any word from Kakashi. As the war raged on relentlessly, Y/N found herself consumed by despair and anxiety. The scent of oranges that once brought solace now served as a painful reminder of a promise yet unfulfilled.

One evening, while sitting alone at Ichiraku Ramen—the place where their story began—a familiar face approached Y/N. It was an ANBU member carrying devastating news.

"Ma'am," he spoke solemnly, "I regret to inform you that Hatake Kakashi lost his life during battle."

Y/N's world shattered in an instant. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality that had just been thrust upon her.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself trapped in an abyss of grief. Her days became a blur, her nights filled with haunting dreams of Kakashi's smile and the sweet sound of his laughter.

One day, as Y/N wandered aimlessly through Konoha's graveyard, she stumbled upon a plot adorned with orange flowers—a solemn tribute to the fallen hero. It was there that she fell to her knees, unable to bear the weight of her sorrow any longer.

"I'm sorry," she whispered brokenly, clutching onto the gravestone as if it were Kakashi himself. "I failed you... I couldn't keep my promise."

Suddenly, a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying with it the faint scent of oranges. A sense of peace washed over Y/N as if Kakashi's spirit had heard her plea.

Years passed since that fateful day when Y/N finally managed to find some semblance of healing within her shattered heart. She had dedicated her life to honoring Kakashi's memory by helping others in need—just as he would have done.

One evening while tending to the memorial site, Y/N discovered a small orange tree growing nearby. It stood tall and proud—its leaves vibrant and full of life. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that this tree was a testament to their love—the love that continued to blossom even in the face of tragedy.

Something her mother used to say echoed softly in her mind:

"Something in the orange

Tells me we're not done"

As she traced her fingers along one delicate leaf, she knew deep within her soul that Kakashi was still with her—an eternal presence guiding

inspired by the song : Something In The Orange 🍊

#kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #naruto uzumaki #sakura #team 7 naruto #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake #kakashi headcanons #minato namikaze #naruto

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nordschleifes · 6 months

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extra — que me paso?

➝ fernando is heartbroken. but the show must go on.

➝ word count: 3,7k

➝ warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, puppets

➝ author's note: for all intents and purposes, all dialogues between fernando, alberto and the el hormiguero team are in spanish, however, translated for easier reading. i'm sorry for breaking your heart again, marco. tagging @christianpulisic10, @alonsogirlie and @enaticosencantados as requested.

Staring into space, the words repeated inside Fernando's head.

— We've gone too far — Charlie said, her eyes full of tears, her wet hair falling over her green uniform.

“But does that mean, too far?”, he asked himself, as his mind replayed the moment when he watched, paralyzed, the woman he loved slipping through his fingers and disappearing from the suite.

He couldn't remember feeling such pain before in his life. Not even with all of the heartbreaks and injuries he’d suffered in the course of his life, this one felt different. Fernando didn't understand how or why, but what had happened in Japan had cut him more deeply than any wound he’d ever suffered.

Maybe it was the fact that he said those three words with complete conviction that he would be reciprocated. Maybe it was the fact that he saw love in those beautiful blue eyes. Perhaps it was the fact that they had walked such a long path, filled with so much strife and pain, only to find more sadness and frustration.

In his hands, the phone's screen lit up with a notification. However, the simple eye movement made Fernando's heart ache again. It wasn't a message from the woman who was smiling, hugging her cat, in the background of the device. And if it wasn't her, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered.

— Fer?

He looked up to find Alberto sitting right next to him, staring at him with a worried expression.

— What? — Fernando muttered, turning off the cell phone screen.

— You're thinking about her again, aren't you? — his friend asked softly.

He snorted, feeling defeated. There was no point in denying it, Alberto knew him like no one else. There was a reason that his name wasn’t listed in Fernando’s contacts as Alberto or his nickname, Galle, but hermano. He was the brother life had given him.

— I am.

The friend pursed his lips.

— Hasn’t she answered you?

— No — Fernando muttered.

— Not even the note at the factory?

— She read it, saw me at the door of the engineering office, and threw it in the trash.

— Oh — Alberto said quietly, seeming to absorb the impact of Charlie's attitude. Something that Fernando was still trying to do, even if it filled his chest with inexplicable anguish — So, you don't think it’s time to…

— No — the driver said, not waiting for him to finish the question. He already knew what Alberto was going to ask him and Fernando was absolutely sure of the answer — I'm not going to give up on her.

— Fer, Charlie doesn’t…

— She'll talk to me, I know she will — he replied — I'll convince her to talk to me.

— And how do you intend to do that?

— I — Fernando began, before being interrupted by the door to the green room opening Sara, the show's producer, came in, her curly hair tied on top of her head and a friendly expression on her face.

— Could you come with me, Fernando?

Forcing a smile, the driver got up, brushing past Alberto in silence and following Sara out of the room. While she was talking about the segments that would be recorded that afternoon, they passed by a window, where the Madrid landscape lay gray and melancholy.

It was exactly how Fernando felt.

Charlie was like the sun and Fernando bitterly regretted having hidden from her shine for so long. It had only been in the last few months that he started to realize how she brought color and joy to his life. Simply getting a message from her wishing him a good morning was able to make all problems disappear from Fernando's day. There were no clouds when she was around, let alone rain or cold.

Charlie was light. Charlie was warmth. Charlie was life.

— Alejandro, can you put the mic on him? — Sara said, bringing him back to the present.

— Of course — the dark brown-haired man replied, approaching him with a nervous little smile. Fernando couldn't help noticing that his hands were shaking as he clipped the microphone to the collar of the white shirt he was wearing underneath his black leather jacket.

— Are you okay? — the driver asked, which made the man look up, his eyes wide with shock, as if he couldn't believe Fernando was talking to him.

— Me? Yeah, I'm fine.

— You're shaking — he said seriously.

— It's not every day that I put a microphone on my childhood idol — the man said, before handing over the transmitter for Fernando to clip to his pants. As he looked at the young production assistant, Fernando felt strangely old, as if he had only just now realized that he was 42 years old. He didn’t often feel his age, especially when he was with Charlie. She was able to bring the fresh-faced 22 year old Formula 1 rookie out of him. She was able to bring out the boy full of dreams, desires and plans for his own future.

All of them had Charlie included.

— Pablo just finished his monologue and he's going to introduce you, okay? — Sara said, and Fernando nodded. Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus on what he needed to do. He was used to performing as an athlete, and this was no different. “Promoting the Las Vegas Grand Prix, talking about the performance this year and the search for the third championship”, Alberto repeated in his head.

— Today, who comes to have fun at El Hormiguero is the two-time Formula 1 champion and Aston Martin driver, Fernando Alonso!

The audience's applause was the cue for him to enter the studio, an artificial smile screwed on his face. After greeting Pablo warmly with a hug, he walked to the stand, waving to the audience before taking his seat. When the music ceased in the studio, Pablo turned to him and smiled.

— Welcome, Fernando, how are you?

— I'm good — he said, with a smile.

— It's been a long time since you've been here, hasn't it?

— Yes, I think I last came in person in 2019, and then only by video call.

— And a lot has changed since then, hasn't it?

— Yes, a lot — Fernando said, trying to remember where he was in his life the last time he was there. He had just competed in the Dakar and was back in Formula 1, despite all the resistance from his family and Linda, his girlfriend at the time. At that moment, she seemed like a distant memory, a flash overshadowed by…

— But they certainly changed for the better — Pablo continued — You spent two years at Alpine and then, with Vettel's retirement, you took over his seat at Aston Martin. And from there, you started stringing up spectacular results.

— Yes…

— This season, there were three wins, in addition to seven podiums, all in your first year with the team — Pablo said, eliciting applause from the audience. Fernando gave a small smile, a bittersweet feeling rising in his chest.

— Yes, it was indeed an excellent first year, better than I could have imagined. The car is very good and the team is brilliant, so it's impossible not to have a good season.

More applause, more smiles. Until that moment, a perfect interpretation of the happy and successful driver who was there to promote the Las Vegas Grand Prix on Spanish television. A performance worthy of a Goya award.

— The next race is in Las Vegas, right? — the presenter asked.

— That's right, we're heading back there.

— There were races in Las Vegas before?

— Yes, there were some in the 80s, but on a much smaller circuit. Now we're going to race on a new circuit, designed for today's cars.

— And what do you think of this new circuit?

— Well, at first I thought it would be a slower circuit, just like Baku, because it is a street layout, with many turns and a long straight but it has several straights, and it is extremely fast.

— Fast in which sense? — Pablo asked, laughing — It's because you have a different concept of fast than we do, you know?

— I think it is possible to hit 360 kilometers per hour, considering the DRS and the clean air of the other cars.

The presenter and the audience seemed impressed, some even scared, by this information. After questioning about the layout, the difficulties and the reason why they would be racing on Saturday night and not Sunday, Pablo adjusted the round-framed glasses on the top of his nose.

— And what do you expect from this race? — he asked.

— I believe we have everything to make a good fight against Mercedes and Red Bull. Both myself and the team's engineers are optimistic about the simulations and data we already have from the track and we have everything to have a very positive weekend in Vegas.

The television host smiled broadly at him.

— Well, since you mentioned engineers, we have a few things to show you today. Laura, please.

Turning his face to the projector screen to his left, Fernando felt his chest sink as a video played on the giant screen, repeated on the smaller studio monitors across the soundstage.

— Are you ready? — he heard his own voice say through the studio's audio system. In the projected image, he was looking into the passenger seat of the DB12, at Silverstone. Charlie was seated next to him, her bangs barely visible under the edge of a black helmet with a visor strip that had the Pirelli Logo with the words “Hot Laps”.

— Of course I am! — she replied, smiling — Don’t go easy on me, either.

The video cut to the moment when he stepped on the accelerator, accelerating down the straight to the sound of the 680-horsepower V8 engine and Charlie's laughter. She squealed with joy as her hands tightened on the leather seat in a vain attempt to keep herself stable as Fernando contourned the Village.

— Come on, is that all you can do? — she asked in a loud voice, trying to overcome the roar of the engine, looking at Fernando with a mischievous gleam in her eyes — I thought you were a two-time world champion!

— If you say so — the driver muttered, hitting the Wellington straight, the numbers on the car's dashboard skyrocketing. The loud rumble made her put her hand on his arm, pulling away as he slowed briefly to round Luffield and head toward Copse.

Hearing her laughter, Fernando watched as the two rocked side to side as they passed Maggots and Becketts. Charlie looked completely fulfilled there, urging him to go faster even in corners where he was being more conservative. She was intense, direct, deep and passionate about what she did.

No wonder he couldn’t help but fall in love with her. It was as easy as breathing.

The applause from the audience brought Fernando back to reality, meeting the curious look of Pablo, who had a slight smile.

— Well, we've seen this lady several times with you during the season, accompanying you during the weekends, talking to you before the races and even on your social media, like on your birthday...

— Yes, that’s Charlie. Well, her name is Charlotte, but her nickname is Charlie — the driver replied, giving a small smile when he saw the photo he had posted to his Instagram. She was posing with the cake she had requested to come to their table on the night of his birthday, in Belgium, the words “happy birthday, asshole” written in chocolate syrup.

— She's your engineer, right?

— Yes, my race engineer.

— And what does she do, exactly?

— Well, all drivers have race engineers, who are the people who inform us about what is happening on the track, the condition of the car, whether it will rain or not, a bridge between the driver and the outside world.

— So she's the one who tells you everything, basically the voice in your head when you're driving?

— Something like that — Fernando replied, chuckling.

— But this isn't the first time you've worked together, is it? You two worked together at McLaren before your sabbatical, didn't you?

— That's right — he said, looking at the photo they'd retrieved of the two of them talking, both dressed in black and white and with less than happy expressions in their faces. Her hair was blonde then, and she had a different haircut, without the fringe bangs she had now. She looked like a different person — We worked together at McLaren for four years. She was my performance engineer at the time.

— Well, that explains a lot the closeness between you that we can see on television…

— Yeah, it does — Fernando replied — The fact that we had worked together helped a lot in my arrival at Aston Martin, since I came from a team with a different project, a different vision, different equipment, while she had been there for a longer time.

— And is it always this quick for an engineer and a driver to get into this sort of marriage, so to speak? Or is it something particular to you, because you already know each other?

The word marriage made his stomach churn.

— Well, the truth is that there is no formula to make a partnership like this work. Other drivers use different ways to maintain this relationship. Lance, my teammate, for example, likes to go cycling with his engineer, Ben. I know that Hamilton likes to run with his and Ocon likes to travel to the circuits with his.

— And what do you do with Charlie?

“We fuck”, he thought, smiling to mask his discomfort.

— A little bit of everything — Fernando finally answered — We eat together, travel together and we are always in touch, even when there's no race.

— Did you ever fight?

— Sometimes.

— So it's like a real marriage — Pablo said, making the audience laugh and Fernando give a weak smile — And, between us, being married to a beautiful woman like her shouldn't be difficult at all, right?

The driver laughed, nodding.

— She would hate you saying that, Pablo.

— Uh, why?

— Nothing annoys Charlie more than that.

— Being called pretty?

— Being summarized as just a pretty woman, because she is so much more than that.

Pablo’s expression lit up with curiosity.

— Oh, tell us more.

— Charlie is extremely intelligent, intuitive and observant. She is not satisfied with points or podiums, she wants victories, championships, trophies. She is ambitious and has the same hunger to win that I have and that, in a way, brought us together. And that makes her one of the best race engineers in Formula 1, if not the best.

— A strong statement, Fernando…

— Not to mention what she’s like as a person, outside of work. She's funny, loving, and caring, plus she has amazing taste in music. Anyway, she is much more than a pretty face and I admire that about her. I admire her and am proud to have her by my side — he finished, the last sentence making something ache in his chest. Charlie wasn't there for him anymore, she never would be, as much as he wanted her to.

— Putting it that way, I think we're going to have to have her here sometime, aren't we? — Pablo said, turning to the audience. Fernando forced another smile, trying to hide his own pain.

The rest of the recording was a blur, the questions and jokes mixing with the memories of Charlie inside his mind. Everything reminded him of her, from the comments about cats to the moment when Trancas, one of the puppets, asked if he had ever forgotten an important date, like a girlfriend's birthday. The bouquet of English roses he had sent to Charlie's suite on the morning of October 23rd was proof that he would never be able to do this.

At the end of his guest appearance, Fernando said goodbye to the show’s production team and got into the car with Alberto, who suggested that the two of them go somewhere to eat, which he accepted, without paying much attention, his eyes lost in the streets of Madrid. Stopping the car in front of a bar that he didn't bother to see what it was, the two sat down at an empty table, being promptly served. After Alberto asked for sparkling water and a board of jamón and cheese, the waiter turned to Fernando.

— And you, sir, what do you want?

Usually he asked for water or juice, even a soda when he wanted something different, but always without alcohol. However, he needed something stronger than Coke that night.

— I'll have a beer — he said flatly.

Fernando didn't tell how many glasses of beer he had drunk until the end of the night, much less how he got back to the hotel they were staying in downtown. Still in the clothes he'd worn on the recording of the show, he was sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling. In his head, Charlie's laugh echoed like a distant memory, her smile wide as she held the team trophy at Suzuka.

He needed to hear her voice again. He needed her.

Picking up the phone, Fernando tapped the screen a few times until he found Charlie's number in the contact list. Pressing the green button next to her nickname, the long beeps made his heart sink. She hadn't answered any of his calls so far, why she would…

— Hello? Fernando? — he heard Charlie say on the other end of the line. His heart leapt in his chest, his mind slow to process an answer. After so much time trying to talk to her, the driver had no idea what to say — Are you there?

— Charlie — he drawled in a slurred voice — You answered me…

— You called me at two in the morning, I thought it might be an emergency.

— It's an emergency — Fernando said, the words slowly coming out of his mouth.

A few seconds of silence passed.

— Fernando, are you drunk?

— Yes…

— You never drink — Charlie stated.

— I wanted to drink today.

— Why?

— I was missing you — Fernando murmured.

She sighed on the other end of the line.

— You know you can't drink. It's not good for you.

The driver was silent, processing Charlie's words. There seemed to be concern in her tone. But why was she worried?

— It's not like you care...

— Of course I do, Fernando — she replied on the other end of the line, seeming outraged by that idea — I care so much that I'm going to send a message to Alberto now...

— He was with me — Fernando replied.

— And he allowed you to drink that much?

— He's not my mother.

Charlie was silent for long seconds, looking like she didn't have any arguments to rebut him.

— And why did you call me? — she finally asked, making him sit on the bed.

— Because we need to talk.

— Fernando…

— It's no use saying we don't need it, Charlie, we need to talk and sort it out.

— But we can't do that over the phone...

— Why not? — Fernando said, in a harsh tone that, in a way, reflected the pain he felt — You refuse to look me in the face since that night in Suzuka. You barely talk to me during debriefs. You ignored my note at the factory and the flowers I sent you for your birthday.

— But I thanked you...

— Do you know how many flower shops I had to call to get that bouquet? More than seven! — he continued, feeling his eyes fill with tears — I don't know what to do to show you that I'm serious.

— Fernando, please — Charlie said quietly.

— Why don't we settle this now? — the driver questioned, feeling his voice crack.

— Because you're drunk, Fernando, and it’s late — Charlie exclaimed — You shouldn’t even be awake right now, never mind having a serious discussion about our relationship.

— I'm perfectly in a position to discuss our relationship.

— For God's sake, it's two in the morning!

— Fuck, Charlotte! — he yelled, tears streaming down his face — It doesn't change anything! It doesn't change the fact that I want to give you everything. I want to give you a home, a family, a future. I want to give you my days and my nights and everything in between.

— Fernando!

— I only want one thing from you, and that's your fucking heart! Why are you making things difficult? Why can't you be happy with me? I'm not enough for you, is that it?

Charlie sighed on the other end of the line, clearly annoyed.

— This is exactly why I don’t want to discuss this with you right now.

— Why?

— Because won’t listen to me!

— And did you think of listening to me in Suzuka, Charlotte?

She sighed.

— Listen, we're going to talk about this in person, calmly, like two adults, and not over the phone after you’ve been drinking.

He stared into space in silence for long seconds.

— Are you going to run away again? — Fernando murmured.

— No, I won't.

— When? — he asked, a spark of hope lighting up in his heart. Maybe if they talked, Charlie would finally be honest with him and herself. Maybe Fernando could convince her that he was the perfect person for her.

— In Las Vegas — she replied, making him feel dismayed.

— But that's a week from now! — he whined.

— Fernando…

— Why don't you fly to Lugano? Or, I can go to your house so we can talk? I can get a last-minute flight…

— You're not going to get a flight, Fernando. You're going to take a shower, take some paracetamol and go to sleep — she replied. Her voice reminded him of the way his mother spoke to him when he was younger, which made him briefly imagine what it would be like to see her taking care of their kids — You’ll feel much better in the morning.

— Fine — Fernando finally relented, passing a hand over his wet face.

— We'll talk, but in Vegas, in person, okay?

— Okay.

— Now, go do what I told you.

— Okay — he said, in a low voice.

— Good night, Fernando.

— Good night. I love you — the driver replied, hoping to hear the same back. However, instead of the sound of Charlie's voice, he heard the beep that indicated that the call had ended.

“Maybe she doesn't love me in the end”, Fernando thought to himself, letting himself fall onto the mattress again.

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